My name is Josie and I live with 2 boys and my pet hamster, Julius Caesar. The boys are kind and the animal bites.
This blog chronicles my misadventures as I (drunkenly) maneuver through the dark tsetse fly-infested swampy marshes of Singlehood. My journey starts here.
I’ve been a little preoccupied with a see-saw of emotions lately and nothing I’ve been doing is helping…it could be because all I’ve been doing is not dealing with this pandora’s box of feelings, staying in wrecked with cabin fever and listening to fucking Bon Iver on repeat.
Is this about a boy?
Of course it’s about a boy.
It’s always about a bloody boy.
If this was a teen movie, everyone would be rooting for us. But it isn’t and I will most likely be spending my time feeling sad and eating ice cream and waiting for you to call just so I can see your stupid face for an hour. So here it is…
10 things you should avoid doing with someone who will eventually be leaving you aka fraternizing with the Enemy:
and of course, the one thing that you should never do, under absolutely no condition whatsoever, avoid avoid avoid with the same sort of persistence as the bubonic plague or things just as terrifying :
Like-like this weird, insane, amazing person you just spent all that time with a little too much than you should be.