My friend Nicole from ex-work had a baby this past weekend. Here is a picture of him. I think he looks strangely calm for only being 3 days old. I imagine I was FREAKING OUT at that age. He also has extraordinarily long fingas and is that a GANG SIGN??? Hard to tell with kids these days.
Anyway, enough about the kid. What about me? Nicole and I are around the same age, and when she started at ex-work she had just gotten engaged. So over the last five years she got hitched and had a baby. I can't even keep my house clean or date anyone good.
Yesterday it stormed all day, so I used it as yet ANOTHER EXCUSE to not tidy my house. At this point I just need to install a giant drain and power-hose everything. Due to all the thunder crashing, Tallulah was mighty freaked out, her body chattering around like a black, hairy metronome. Being the supportive parent that I am, I kept yelling things like, "Get out of the way, I can't see the telly!" And watch telly I did: saw Your Friends and Neighbors, Velvet Goldmine, Finding Nemo, Elephant, and The Good Girl. All yesterday. All while lying prone on the sofa. Amidst all the dust. That's easily 10 hours of lazed assiness. God.
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i saw jeepers creepers, deconstructing harry, and practical magic. PM was on TV. I didn't rent it.
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