I’m fairly certain this is Marshall Lee and Marceline. She’s a bit obsessed, and I think it’s adorable.
I really don’t mind apartment living. Neighbors’ footsteps above me fail to register for the most part. I like having access to a pool that I don’t have to maintain, and I really like having someone else fix the shit that goes wrong in here. Yesterday someone came and snaked my kitchen sink drain, fixed a broken cabinet door, and repaired some peeling off linoleum (made worse by my kid pulling it further back because she thought it was neat). All I did was fill out a little form online. I don’t do a bit of yard work, and that is just the way I like it. The size of my apartment is perfect for just me and LM. I don’t need thousands of square feet; I have very few things.
What I cannot tolerate, though, is the occasional rude asshole who thinks the whole goddamn building wants to hear his/her shitty music all night long. It’s 11p.m. There is no fucking reason my walls should be shaking. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s Friday night. Common courtesy doesn’t take a break on the weekend. If you want to party in a loud environment, there are a million bars in this city. My home (and the home of all the other residents in this building) is not that fucking place.
"Do you realise how many carbs is in tha-"
This speaks to me on so many levels right now
I don’t throw salt over my shoulder or anything, but I become tight-lipped about things I don’t want to “jinx.” If I wasn’t, though, I’d tell you that I’m really enjoying my time with my guy friend. I’d tell you that being with him is easy and comfortable, and that the days in between when I see him are too long. I’d tell you how happy I was to see that he’d disabled his OKC account when I was logged in there marking messages as read without actually reading them because I didn’t care who else wanted to talk to me. I’d tell you that he doesn’t seem afraid of me, and that, weirdly, makes me nervous. I’d tell you that half of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop, and that he’ll find something about me that is unacceptable to him and leave, and the other half of me is hoping that he never does.
But I’m superstitious, and I don’t want to jinx it.
- My whole body is sore today.
- When people talk about “too much of a good thing” I wonder if they actually know what a good thing is.
- I don’t know what happens next.
- If presented with the opportunity to over analyze until my head hurts, I will take it. Every time.
- Still feeling pretty good, though.
🐬 Today was a lot of fun. It was better than I expected. I was nervous because I’m not great with kids.
🐬 My group of little girls that I chaperoned around the aquarium was great.
🐬 The one I thought might be difficult to keep track of and rein in a bit was a total sweetie as soon as I said a nice thing to her.
🐬 Sometimes I wonder what kinds of parents some of these kids must have if they think I’m a nice mom. But then I recall that I seem nice because they’re not my kid (I don’t have to lead, nudge, or discipline them), and they’re nice for the same reason. Kids are always better for strangers.
🐬 I enjoyed our field trip today more than I thought I would. That being said, however, teachers don’t make enough money. Not by a long shot. Goddamn.
…and they are pissed!