tight rope walking.

One final down, two to go. I am itching to get away from that campus for a while. To wake up at my own rate, ride my bike everyday and just slang coffee for the remainder of this month. Right now, I’m addicted to sickly sweet honey black iced teas. Ugh, kill me, I work for Starbucks… I am enjoying the mixed reactions of gnarly customer dudes who order fraps who try and hit on me when they can only see that I’ve got gigantic boobs and then I step away to retrieve their coffee and oh, there’s the belly and they just seem to… deflate? It’s quite effective, this preggo business, at killing any pervy advances. Friday nite this guy had ordered a coffee and as I was turning around he goes, “So you from around here?” just as he catches a glimpse of the belly and I look back at him and say “What’s that?” and he acts like the event never happened, gives me two bucks, avoids eye contact and leaves. Amazing.

So obviously I’ve got a lot of time on my hands to think about this mundane shit. Ha.

Went to the Capitol Hill People’s Fair this weekend and I was reminded that I should really get my own booth one of these years. Some of the artwork you come across is just so awful, it makes you think, I can do better. But regardless if I can do better, I’m not doing anything so who’s the lame one now… James finally found a wedding ring he digs that is not made out of organic material (him and coconut rings, I SWEAR) and is lovely bits of amber with silver. Oh god, this is really happening to me… getting married. I still feel about 8, dirt all over my hands, collecting rolliepollies for my bug circus, letting those freezepops liquify and turning my tongue blue with the sweet juice.

But I look down and it is quite apparent this is not the case anymore. One thing I am super excited about however… I get to act this way again. And with a son, it will be amazing! Playing with G.I. Joes and race cars, getting dirty making mud pies…. It’ll totally rule.

 

K. Wish you well.

EDIT:

I believe in the power of drawing models and graphs and what have you, so this is JUST for YOUR understanding of the belly’s power. BELLY OF DOOOM.