Urination, Indians, and why I love Jessica in Leggings

1:30 a.m. Wide awake. Trying to find inspiration for a Beatles painting. Furiously angry at Mr. Darcy. Making small talk with randoms on FB chat. Desperately trying to finish reading this book that I don't even like. Confused, exhausted, anxious, awake, nervous, bored. This is my life. I have to pee.

Let me take this time to rant about this book that I'm reading. The Bend in the River by Susan Gibbs. I don't like it. I mean, it's interesting but sometimes it gets so ridiculous I feel like I'm reading an episode of Beverly Hills 90210. It's about this white chick that marries this Indian (excuse my socially unacceptable term) and they fall in love and live a harsh, persecuted life together. And seriously, EVERY man she meets falls in love with her (and she's totally a ginger, so you know how unbelievable that is) and then after all they go through (SPOILER ALERT).. he fucking dies. Seriously? I read 18 chapters worth of all hardships and survival, be it disease, gunshot wounds, broken bones, being hung.. and you somehow miraculously survive all of this and then you suddenly die of throat cancer... really Susan, really? And then he's on his death bed, confessing to Emma that he banged her best (and only) friend and she's just.. totally okay with it. Also, she's addicted to laudanum and gets attacked again by the same guy who raped her the first time.

And the book doesn't end when he dies. There's about 10 more chapters of this shit.

But enough about the book, I wanted to mention that I was tickled when a few of you asked me when I was going to write another blog. I was unaware that anyone else but me actually read my blogs. With that, I promise that I will start writing more often.

I'd like to make a shout out to my girl, because she definitely wore leggings as pants the other day and I loved every second of it.

Or maybe it was because her cute little butt was hanging out.

P.s. I hope that this embarrasses you.