I'm sick.

No really, I am getting sick, and this is the worst when you're living on your own, because you still have to do everything yourself. People weren't kidding when they told me to revel in my childhood: definite perks.

Right now my ears are ringing, my eyes are watering, I should be in bed at this moment in time, but my body doesn't like to sleep before midnight, so I'm sitting here typing into my computer this statement: I hope that when I get married, My husband wants to take care of me.

I know, I know, you probably thought someone writing a blog like mine would be a crazy liberal feminist that never wants to get married and would like to castrate every man that walks by. But it's true, I say statement's like that on occasion. And this is good. To verbally say what you hope your future spouse will be only helps to build your list in your head, so that when it comes time to figure out if someone is a keeper or not, the list is carved into your sub-conscious.

Not to mention, it's good to hope for the future. I know a lot of singles that are terrified that God as cursed them to life long singleness, but I figure I'll cross that bridge if I come to it. I'd rather spend my daydreams on a future husband, than a the terror of forever aloneness. So verbalize your list from time to time, Hope in the future, and live you life, unless your sick like me- then go to bed.