ouch it’s cold and both my homework and my heart hurt. i’m going to make a great teacher hatin’ on homework like i do. i promise to keep in mind my loathing for homework that i don’t like when i try to give some that some students might not like. the only time i have to do my homework is rarely/never, and the only people i hang out with are robots. i mean computers. i mean.
oh my wishlist it is cold. why! so cold. maybe i’m cold-hearted. yes. i am. right now. oh boy! one would think that since i can i would edit these ‘blogs’. i don’t. obviously? oh my la i am so cold and so concerned about how much homework i didn’t do for so long. so boring!
new subject- family, children, future, oldness, etcetera. so i was thinking that i wouldn’t have kids until i am financially pretty decent off, right?! be practical eh!? then i was thinking about how often people don’t get there and have kids anyway. and not the really impoverished irresponsibles (no judgment. judgment?), but the people who have a love and have a life and want to see what will happen in the world as they bring new life to it.
so i was thinking. it might be okay if they’re not completely rich enough. you have kids, you save money while their babies right? i mean it’s not like kids go to college right out of the womb. they don’t even need to ever go to college. maybe.
but in the end i decided that having more love than money is the most important. the best of families are that way because of the love, not because of the money. yes money can flow things a lot better, but boo ka tchoo, whooped if i don’t remember the tender loving memories more than the times that we didn’t have cable or the fact that i never went to disneylandworld. i don’t care even now about either of those that much. i do care about money right now though whilst i am on my own.
why do i care about these little humans if i’m so far from marriage? i care. because i could get married any day without even realizing it and then it might be all biological childbomb time in my me. i’m sure that’s not what those famous ‘men my age’ want to hear. a coworker and i discussed how at this age (24 me/25 him) there seems to be a divide amongst women and men, or also just between those looking to get married and those looking to simply date. but i see women tending to be the ones casting a hot eye upon marriage- especially those wanting to use their uter-oos for optimal health babes.
i know i’m young, so maybe i should date an olderish man. i’m aiming for 26/27/28 next time around. i also don’t serial date, i serious date. that’s a downfall of my heart that gets no adjective on this public a forum.
go join my forum and say stuff on that one french website i made. [can no longer associate them via the webbed feet of internet tubes because of the future, my future]
i want to be a dj so bad. more bad than anyone knows. maybe if i put away a savings column in my ‘ing’ accounts for turntables i can be. i could just start with other music, but i’m bored with what i pretend to already know. ho ho. not true. i’m lying to you, see me through, i’m kinda blue with the saturated pretense of present and future tenses’ sensibility, predictability, unbeknownst to me, there’s more out there around the lurking cornerstone of my musical agility, sad as it may now be, use the counterbalance for frigidity, as a new perspective in heat’s fast rushed rhyming, with the right timing, someday i’ll laugh at this stuff while climbing the mind.
(addendumps- i definitely am not equipped appropriately for a small human if i laughed at this instead of was aghast ud)