They're Almost Too Cute to Cover With Chocolate Frosting. Almost. Nothing is Actually Too Cute for That.
Today in the mail I got one of those boxes you always get after going to Christmas at your parents - if you have to fly, you invariably leave with more than you came, and often, with more than you can pack and bring on the plane, so after you leave, your mother sends you a huge box and you've almost kind of forgotten what is in them, so opening the box is like a mini-Christmas, except it's January 9th, and you're alone in your apartment (but it is snowing outside, so there's that).
The thing that I'm in love with that I forgot about?
Observations and thoughts about life as seen through the eyes of a 20 something girl - this is the point where I'm supposed to say something like "making her way in the big city" but that's not true or "trying to leave her mark on the world" but also, not true who is actually making her way in the big city, and has been since August 2007. It's just me, my life, and my psychosis - and a lot of pictures of food, shoes, and sternums.