Salad. I really hate low rent lettuces. Specifically iceberg lettuce. Even if you sell it for 12 bucks and call it a "wedge" it still bites! Arugula, Baby Romaine...these are my loves, but any salad made with anything that looks white, watery and blah...I SO WILL NOT EAT!
I am officially a bad parent. My lack of compassion for Gabe's apparent suffering and need to be in bed with us is unforgiveable. Sigh. Parenthood is the great unknown. What to do? How to help. Her, Him, Myself. Taking so many hits right now. Don't even have anything to say. Just take it in, let it out.
Jumping the fire. From the moment I started moving towards this initiation, my life has been a whirlwind. So many experiences. Intense ones. I feel like a whirlwind. Up in the air. My life seems to be up in the air. I wake up some days and I just sit in wonder. Wow, I am a mom. My mom died. I wear black underwear. I am alive. whatever. I am just
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So, I keep forgetting to breathe. I keep forgetting to eat. I don't want to eat. I don't. So to that I say, "fuck." I only laugh at myself now. And yes, Crispin...WHAT IS IT?
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