our neighbor upstairs is a better cook than I am. He spends less time, makes better food, and his house is always clean. It makes me wonder if he would turn out to be a better wife than I am sometimes.
but... for someone who doesn't exercise, I'm relatively in better shape than him. I can't do as much, but he claims to exercise, whereas I just think about exercising, and can do one less pull-up than him. and many more hanging upside-down situp thingys.
and i sit here thinking about how messed up our house is, and i'm hungry. and we just ate. anyway. i should be writing i should be doing something productive, not whining on a blog, not sitting ehre thinking about how good it felt when i said "fuck you" and Andrew said "no." like i had been asking, not insulting... and it made me warm.
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