*[pointlessly obscure reference explained here.]
A week before I proposed to my now-wife, I was sitting on the roof of a ship, talking to her on someone else’s cellphone. I may have also been a little drunk.
We were talking about our dreams for the future, and how neither one of us really had any. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it,” I slurred, Captain Morgan running down my chin, “and it turns out that all I really want out of life is to be a housewife.” Continue reading
I’ve always wanted to blog, so I got myself a blog. I’ll post about what I want, when I want, and you can’t tell me otherwise. I imagine this will turn into one of those blogs where I post once every three months, and half the posts are apologies for not posting more, but whatever. I’m going to write, and if nobody cares, so be it. Word up.