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It was brought to my attention that this exists:

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Carrying on the worst-birthdays-ever tradition.

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

I have been preparing for this since we were eleven. Every time she would pretend to tie her shoelaces during a coughing attack or when we would play cards while she was breathing on her machine. I hate the phrase passing away. It does not soften any blow, it does not make it sound any nicer and it does not make me feel any better.

(Written on the plane, trying to distract myself from the edema thriving in my feets - the curse of all my travels.) I always try not to show when I can’t understand someone through their accent.  I wasn’t sure if she said folk reader or face reader or maybe even palm reader, but I nodded understandingly. I had seen her putting her forehead to ( Read more... )

I'll be visiting family in Israel for the next two weeks. Shalom!

When I Feel Too Normal and Other Musings on The Lost Art of Poetry; An Essay for Nobody by Marissa Festa ( Read more... )

George Bush committed his greatest offense today when he arrived in Brentwood and made the one mile drive from Sunset Blvd to San Vincente take me ONE HOUR.