boo.

there are no motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane.

i can't wait til there are. here i go falling into a depression exactly 10 days before my 30th birthday.

life is in ways exactly what i thought it would look like when i'm 30, and then again, so completely not what i imagined.

married? check. house? check. stable job? checkity check.
one 2-year-old with one on the way and exact plans for the third? um, no.