Oh.

this weekend i had some girlfriend duties to fulfill. by that i mean, i spent almost all weekend with the boyfriends parents, brother, and stepsister at some baseball games. his parents are divorced and well... that makes these situations rather interesting. we try and laugh about it, but sometimes it's not too funny. Well, a baseball game with this family is never boring and i got to hear the he said she said from both the parents. it was a great experience let me tell you! Usually i really feed into their conversations because, lets be honest, i find it utterly hilarious. But this weekend, it was a little different. As i was listening to what the dad did to the mom and vice versa from each of them, i realized that even after almost 4 and half years of dating the same boy, this could happen to us. It was at that moment that i decided that i hate making decisions. Like getting married, how on earth will i ever decide if it's the right person? how do i know i'm making the right decision? i never want to put my children through what they put their children through. I don't want my poor decisions to alter their lives! now let's think about this, the decisions i make today are going to affect my unborn babies! that's so much pressure on just one person!

I guess that's why its called a decision...because you're accepting all the repercussions that you arent even aware of.

question of the day:
why did someone invent clothes that covered certain areas of our body?