February 2012
4 posts
twenty-five
at 25…
i’m the woman looking forward to cooking for myself and cleaning my home with the windows and patio doors open, “sex and the city” playing (muted) on the television while Jewel sings me lullabies.
given the chance, i will wait in line for three hours to goofily smile at my favorite songwriter — AND THEN GET IN LINE AGAIN hoping that the next chance at 45...
email threads i don't want to forget
Good morning! I hope everything is going good. Are the kiddos* behaving? How’s everything going? Any floods? Jk. How are you? How’s class? Has the package for S arrived back home yet? If it has, I need to talk to you, [blah blah blah]. Also, [some person I know did something she didn’t want some people to know she did so she used our address]. Since I won’t be...