In case you’re wondering, I’m updating the journal a lot more frequently of late because it’s finally dawned upon me that I can type these entries out on the bus on my way to and from work. Whee!
There used to be a time in my life when I could have a fun conversation with someone over dinner or whatever and make her giggle and laugh the entire time. (Not a particularly bright move when fluids are being ingested.) With the choices I’ve made, and consequently, the state my life has evolved to, those days often seem long gone. I barely make the opportunity to talk to anyone anymore, let alone get them to spurt their milk over my face. In fact, it’d been so long that I was fairly certain I’d “lost it.”
I’m glad to report that I proved myself wrong earlier today.
And now if you excuse me, I have to go change my shirt.
My mom made me shoot orange juice out of my right nostril today.
I told her it hurt, and asked her to do it again.
Spurts: Everyone’s favourite messes!