speak easy.

I don’t have much of any desire to continue this blog… but I often get into these fits and it’s best to leave alone for a while and come back to. I feel this itch for change. So I dyed my hair. Typical girl thing, but you know. It matters to me in a small stupid way that signifies I am a new woman. Today I’m going braless in a brown dress with an entire day of nothing at my fingertips… So I’m wasting it, dicking around on the internet at my mom’s house and drinking root beer. It’s so hot oustide and we have to buy a new car today. Or sometime soon. The stallion has lost it’s spunk and is no longer fit to perform, essentially. I think tonite I’ll paint something new. I feel so pretty and creative. Silas is throwing elbows left and right. I think looking back I will miss the feeling of him inside of me, as weird as that may sound. Everynite I fall asleep with one man wrapped around me and one growing in my arms. My dreams have been less than appetizing. Strange, stretched lucid dreams about germs and c-sections and disinfectant. Ick.