My father doesn't tell me that he loves me anymore. I don't expect him to say it often or off hand. We're both adults. It doesn't bother me. I know that he does love me. It's not a question of that. But what does boggle my mind is when we're on the phone. And, right before we end our chat, I say "I love you." and he says "Bye." and we hang up.

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And somebody's been eating my porridge! And she's living next door!

Alright I am getting too restless. What am I doing in this city anyway?

Pros: There are none.

Who knew such a little thing as wrapping cable could set off such an identit crisis.

and read crafting blogs!

I can tell it's fall because all I want to do is knit!!!

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you know.

you know how i say that I never see famous people just walking down the street the way everyone else I know does (because, come on! I'm in New York effing City ( Read more... )