i'm 32 and married but sometimes i still don't see myself as an adult. somedays i love everyone and somedays i hate everyone even more. i'm easily bored and just as easily amused. i never claimed to make sense or to know how to act my pets are like my children. (2 cats- rufus and charlie who we call 'pants') and i talk about them like they are. maybe because real kids scare the crap outta me. i work at a boring job that i believe is killing me inside. i'm still not sure what i want to be when i grow up. i am obsessed with books, records and netflix. i read my friend's posts all the time but i don't update often. i mean to, but just never get around to it. i usually post friends only just 'cause. i have a photo blog on blogger.com. i slack there too but it gets updated more often then this one. i don't capitalize because i'm lazy and really, who gives a shit. i usually don't spell check either. i think monkeys are funny. i think i am too sometimes.