I'm referring back to
this post. I just read that Livejournal no longer accepts HTML, that's neither here nor there. I'm mainly blabbing to myself here anyway, без разницы. Like my old written journals, that were either found and read by my mom or burned in a fire pit, I'd like to keep something of myself for myself. Or if someone finds my journal
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When I stayed the night at Randi Newman's, my mom would show up bringing me cream cheese on bread. It was so sweet and yet jarring. You care a lot about me when I'm not home. I don't get this treatment when I am home. Weird.
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