abracadabra
Sometimes, I wish I could just disappear. Not to some other different, better place, but just disappear, to nowhere. I don’t want to be dead, I just want to be not-existing somewhere (I guess that technically “somewhere” isn’t “nowhere” but do we really need to quibble).
Then I wouldn’t have to worry about money or my relationship or my son or my weight or my career (or lack thereof) or the laundry or tenants or friends or Iraq or the bathroom that needs to be cleaned. Just close my eyes and POOF: I’m floating in some dark abyss before time existed, no thoughts, no feelings, just nothingness.
Jeez, it didn’t sound as dark and depressing in my head this morning as it does right now, typing it out. Hmm.
This isn’t a cry for help.
It really just boils down to me needing a maid.
On second though, I guess this is a cry for help.
To the gods of domestic happiness, please send relief in the form of someone to clean up our nasties. thank you.
uh… yeah. You may not “want to be dead,” but all the benefits you’re describing are those of a dead person.
Cheer up, little one, just ’cause I’m married is no reason to off yourself. There’s other guys out there, pale substitutes though they may be.
Paying someone to clean my house twice a month has done wonders for my mental health. I highly recommend it.
I said “do we really need to quibble” JR. dead, not dead. it doesn’t matter. I need someone to clean my house.
Now that you are one of the upper “propetied classes”, you should demand Gordon’s mother to clean your house. Have her do it when you are not there so you dont have to suffer witnessing the lowly laboring.
oh i am sorry… i know how you feel, except without having the 2 year old.