imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

moving(?)

i might be moving to an apartment.  here’s my suggestion to you: don’t get married.  if you do, for fuck’s sake, don’t buy a house together.  yikes.

don’t worry, M is coming along, of course.  more to come.  there are some things to discuss, you and i!  we have much to speak about.  for now, i will continue to make dinner for my family.  soup for the little sick whining one, steak for the medium beautiful one, and love for myself.

i am quite full these days, you know.