Hey Rowan, why do you do everything so half-hearted?
Maybe you should be a lawyer Rowan, they're heartless. You're close!
Rowan: "Don't worry, I'm going to put all of my donor's heart into it!"
Rowan: "Baby, I love you with all of some donor's heart!"
Adding a little humor into my life. When we get to the point that this stuff is actually funny - we have been successful
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A Vent
I think I may have figured out why I hate reading from a male’s point of view. Men in books (and I’m not just talking Danielle Steele type novels) always describe women they’re in love with in a goddess-like capacity. You’d think the beauties they are with were literally freaking Aphrodite, in girl next door form. The truth, I’m a girl next door type. I’m not Aphrodite. Who the hell actually has the time to buff their skin until it glows and feels softer than silk? Hell, I don’t have time to dry my hair most mornings. My hair is tangled by the end of the day. My skin isn’t glossy and smooth. I can’t wax my legs. Stubble happens. And here’s the kicker – I try! I get up earlier than I would otherwise have to so I can try to pick out some sort of outfit that makes me look like I didn’t get dressed in the dark. I try to style my hair. I wear make-up. I use lotion. And after working all day, coming home, and being super wife/mom for several hours, I lay down to relax and read a book and cue the scene in the book where Mr. Hero describes common place tavern wench as though she is heaven on earth and suddenly any bit of sex drive I might have had the energy for flies out the damn window because I feel like there is no way I will ever be like that at 9:00PM without several hundred dollars at a spa – and even then it’ll only last an hour or two. So thanks male authors and male point-of-views for making me feel like I fail as a woman. You suck.
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