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Today I went for a bike ride and ended up crashing really hard into the sidewalk. I have ruined another pair of pants and also my wrist. At least this time I didn't hit my head. There was no damage to the bike, which I am so happy for, because it would be kind of shitty to destroy the bike just before I leave ( Read more... )

Back in May, I was in Germany for a week, along the Mosel River, on top of a hill above a small town in the green green countryside of Rheinland. We took a drive through the vineyards and other towns before stopping in an open field to eat some sandwiches we prepared for a picnic. It was incredibly sunny and the sky was cloudless and brilliant. We ( Read more... )

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The guitar player is my boyfriend.

I wanted to write about my uncle. I wanted to write about my awful Norwegian cold. I wanted to write about the lonesome letters I wrote and the drunk letters I wrote and the coffee-stained optimistic letters I wrote. I wanted to write about their faces and how they lit up when I came in through the door and how they wanted to tell me everything and ( Read more... )

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I got a coin from Japan the other day when buying some food. That is slightly more significant of a mistake than getting American/Canadian pennies/dimes/quarters mixed up.


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Because I like talking about myself, Katie (omgcats) gave me seven interests of mine that I will now explain to the best of my ability.

midnight apple pie: There is nothing better than being a little drunk, then convincing someone to take a walk to a 24-hour diner and ordering apple pie with you. It is comforting, pie at any time you want. And it doesn't ( Read more... )

We went to visit Emilie, a friend of the mother, and it was lovely for such a short visit. After years of trying, she finally had a baby last month. He is a beautiful baby, which I don't say often because babies sometimes look weird. Emilie is a wonderful woman. I wish she were my friend so I could go over for lunches or something and just talk ( Read more... )

I am reading a book in which I had a fully fleshed-out, clear view of what one of the characters looked like and how he was supposed to be, and was disappointed when one small detail described him otherwise. I imagined the character was in his mid-to-late 20s, but in a conversation it came up that he was 48. I'm not sure why this bothered me. The ( Read more... )