I am obsessed with fall.
The new pillowtop on my mattress claimed me until 2 pm today.
New coat: kelly green, Sgt. Pepper, many buttons.
The brown corduroys have returned which means deep, deep inner peace for Katherine.
These things are nice, given the Current Events Thinkfest running in my brain garage at such full force these days.
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Sometimes he is what I feared he would become: a picture in a frame, a vague reference to the past (which I have learned isn't such a bad thing because it does not indicate an absence of love or gratitude for his existence). This morning he was brillo-pad hair and awkward reactions to getting a kiss on the cheek. Mmmmm. Love.
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Sometimes I think my subconscious is trying to bring him out of the frame because I keep picturing how he would act in situations I find myself in and how grown up Zac would have acted. It sort of makes me feel like he's following me around or like I'm carrying him in one of those square Little Mermaid backpacks (yoooou know the one and so does he...), but not in a "wooo spirits" sort of way.
Other times, all I can think about are picture-frame-y things, like his GIGANTIC e.t. fingers roaming around in a Halloween candy bag. Or the way he put on that zebra hat at the mall while looking right into the video camera, creepy uncle style.
OTHER times, I burst out laughing because of the fact that someone like Zac ever existed.
I think I still have that video roaming around--we should watch it over t-gives.
Your mom's a big shovel,
Krapface
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(2) Who is this impostor trollop?!
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