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i’m too lazy for my shirt

I got a card in the mail from Blockbuster the other day, telling me to give them their damn game back. I’d already brought the game back, so I was going to throw it out, when I saw that there was a survey on the back.

It listed ten movies, and asked me to check off the ones I was likely to rent when they became available. I’d heard of none of them, neither had Marcus. Now, I’d planned on posting the list of movies, to see if I was alone in my ignorance, or if these movies really were nothing anyone’s heard of. Unfortunately for you (or perhaps not), I am too lazy to go down to the car to fetch it.

I was talking with a friend from work the other day. She and I both want children someday, but neither of us see this as a possibility. For one, we both come home exhausted. I come home and collapse into a blob on the couch. Marcus will bring me dinner, we eat in front of the television, then we screw around online or whatever until we go to bed. Sleep, rinse, repeat. The logical conclusion would be to go part-time or even stay at home after we have kids. But my friend and I are in the happy pickle of being the breadwinners. We make mad money, and it’s highly unlikely we’ll find anyone to marry us who makes just as much or more. My mother always said (and is prone to telling me this often, as we are nearing one year of actual living-togetherness), “It’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor man.” My point being, forfeiting 50% or more of a household’s income is not an easy thing to do, especially bringing a life into the world on top.

The whole point of this entry was to tell you that I realize that if I’m too lazy to go down to the car because it involves stairs and shit, I am way too lazy to ever have children. Those things are work.