I drank with people I don't like.
It was the first time I've drank in a long time, and I'm not good with people I don't like.
They all want baybeez in a bad, bad way and I do not. I want a job. I might like a puppy. I'm not interested in kiddos.
The husband wants kiddos, but I want him to work less, so we're not doing that unless he complies - and he's probably not going to. It's only awkward when you talk with a bunch of ladies in Baby Fever Mode.
I don't know if there's something wrong with me, or if a lot of my immediate social circle is just whacked.
MARTINIS. And life choices. I don't have enough brain power left to say anything smart about it, but wouldn't mind reassurance. I LIKE PUPPIES. AND FLUTES. Pregnancy sounds gross.
That's all I got.