Sunday, December 9, 2012

I have learned to tolerate Costco. I don’t know. Maybe deep breaths. Maybe understanding and embracing that humanity will always be detestable.  Maybe large portions of things I want at low prices like Brussels sprouts and Pam cooking spray.  Whatever it is, I have grown. 

Look at me. Advancing in life. Growing like a big girl should. 

I am scratching a hole into my hand.

My dad sent me a Christmas card. It’s printed with a message.  The handwritten message reads, “Leaving for Thailand Dec 4 and will be back Dec 20. Going to ride an elephant.”

My dad.

I’m watching a movie about whores.

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