uuuuggggghhhhh. this shit is not gonna work. i'm so damn bored. i manage to keep busy from morning until 1:00ish. after that, there's nothing left to do.
i've worked out TWICE.
i've cleaned.
i've read.
i've played with the dog.
i've cooked.
i've napped.
i've stood in the mirror nekkid picking apart every single thing i hate about myself.
there's nothing left for me to do.

i was thinking about baby names but i didn't stay on that very long for obvious reasons. though i did decide i'm not buying everything in advance and making a big deal about having everything perfect like before. i'm not setting myself up like that again.

Jay grilled the best steaks yesterday. i stuffed myself silly. i felt all fat and nasty afterwards. i never really appreciated good, REAL food until i was on that all fruits and veggies diet. oh, i had the most offensive gas while i was dieting too. i'm such a fucking lady so i rarely fart around Jay, but when i did, he made me feel so horrible. "i can't believe you just disrespected my personal space like that." "oh my god, are your insides rotting? something's wrong with you." "is that you smelling like week-old garbage and sour milk? do something about it!" yet, there's absolutely nothing wrong with him shoving my head under the covers after he's farted. men are so gross.

i love the show Run's House. i've been a fan of Run DMC since i was a kid, but i think the Simmons are the most adorable family. i especially love Justine. i loved her even more after hearing about their baby girl. i just wanna give her a big ol' hug. they have a fuckton of money to throw around, but who takes out their trash and checks the mail wearing a fur coat? the mailbox isn't that far away; if it's cold out, you need to put a little pep in your step and make it quick. i'm pretty sure my neighbors have seen me out in my underwear checking the mail more than they'd like to, but i'm tacky like that. you shouldn't go out in just your underroos, letting everybody see your business all willy nilly, but you don't need to wear a fur coat either.


ROBIN THICKE IS ON OPRAH!!! i love him. i'd so let him hit it for free.

i've recently acquired maroon 5's new album. it's pretty good. my favorite songs are "little of your time", "nothing lasts forever", "goodnight goodnight", "better that we break", and "back at your door". i heart adam levine but he'd have to pay to hit it. he seems like a dirty little manwhore.

Jay wants to get a shark tank. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i definitely want it on the other side of the house or downstairs away from our bedroom and the nursery. i thought he was gonna drive me insane with his new guitar, but with him working he doesn't play as often as he'd like. i think we spend more time playing Guitar Hero than he does playing on the Strat. oh, he named it "Zola". partly for baby girl, and partly because that's the restaurant we had our first date when we moved to n@shville for school.

on thursday, we'll have been together for 4 years. it feels like it's been longer but probably because we've known each other for so much longer. maybe he'll take me out thursday night, but i'm not getting my hopes up. i think i'll just drive to the city and have lunch with him since i hardly get to talk to him when he's at work.

have i mentioned how much i hate that he's working now?

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