Let’s say, hypothetically, that you used to read this website and then stuff happened and you didn’t get to read much. Then you came back and Lo! I was STILL posting about my sex-life (and lack-there-of) and how my child still isn’t sleeping. I’m like a really bad soap opera minus the hot men and women that can’t act but have so much Botox their eyes pop when they smile.
I tuned in, briefly, during Jr. High to Days of Our Lives when I would visit my friend Mercy at her house in the summer. She was a complete DOUL addict and would watch it religiously. Then I grew up, went to college, and had roommates that watched it. The first time I came walked in on them watching DOUL, the exact same characters were in the exact same predicament. They seemingly aged “three days” in the course of 12 years.
I used to wish my life was like that. Now I realize it is. In the worst possible way.
It’s been almost two years since I started this website with a post about my boobs. I then followed it up quickly with the time I peed on a use pregnancy test and completely freaked out. Remember that? Oh, gawd, how did you forget? Then I wrote about how we never have s.e.x and how clueless I am with a tweezer.
And does any of that sound remotely familiar?