That Ears could be taken for my boyfriend still cracks me up. I think of them as such kids still. Puppies. The good thing about a diary is you can mark places in time as reference points. A decade ago, I stomped around in the original pair of boots (nocona), we thought about school, we hiked, we goofed around a lot, I was mostly alone except for them (ft a very occasional greek) - it is a remarkable level of consistency despite much upheaval in the middle. I got fatter / grew boobs. They got taller / wiser. We remain.
gareth brook - let go (frou frou)
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Jeffery painted my new house this year; Jenn designed the eye that became my tattoo |
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TJ wants to be the 1st socialist president of the USA |
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Bossy (my sister) teaching Ears to cook |
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so he will eat
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