Rusty (also my dad's nickname)
Somehow, it feels like my regular life stopped three years ago and just getting back on track now. The wheels are rusty, to be sure, but it's moving. Again. Or maybe it's just me getting back on LJ.
Yeah, probably LJ.
The three years weren't bad, only strange: The poverty part sucked, definitely, and the almost-homelessness always hanging over my ( Read more... )
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