nothing interesting at all.

i wish i had something interesting or funny to say but alas i do not. nothing particularly funny, or interesting has happened in the last few weeks. other than the overwhelming need people seem to have to tell me how gray my hair is and how i should be dying it. why is that i wonder? seriously. i am 31 years old, i am fully aware of the fact that i am going gray, and it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it seems to be bothering others. i'm most obsessed with weight than i am with hair color. 

gray is gray, it was genetically destined to happen. 

that all being said. i remembered something. i have decided this apartment is way to small. i have come to terms with the fact that after almost 4 years of our lovely 800 square foot apartment it's time for a larger space. its driving me nuts here. we would love very much so to continue to travel, which we will, but the walls of this place are closing in. in actuality, there's hardly anymore room in the closets and i'm starting to feel bad for my mom, (also tired of hearing her say get your crap out of her house) for having all my shit in her house and swapping summer and winter stuff every season. i've managed to maximize every ounce of space in this place without making it look like a shit hole, but i'm running low kids, real low... 

so, where should we go?

 ... fuck, who wants to pack... 

shit... i don't feel like looking for a place to live... 

can't somebody else do it for us?...