The day I first got my bear. You know, thatthing you have in childhood that is more special than anything else in your life. The bear that may or may not still be around in my bedroom - and I’m 28. It turns out he was almost bigger than I was when I first got him when I was 9 months old.
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.
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