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Do I want to be some vaguely Egyptian kind of princess person with wings for Halloween?

Or do I want to be a cowgirl?

Or do I want to be this guy?

Or do I want to be a ’60s housewife? (this is what I’m leaning towards as of now.)

One of these things is not like the others

One of these things just doesn’t belong

Can you tell which thing is not like the others,

before I finish my song?

Might explain why I am always late. Or why I can never find things. In my defense, my refrigerator is right next to my “bathroom” sink.

This has been my dinner for about two weeks straight now. Hummus and lots of vegetables. This is definitely what my life has been missing.

The season is changing and the waters are cooling. It’s jellyfish season. Not that I’ve gone swimming once this summer. Before my swimsuit broke, I was always too preoccupied with my camera. Afterwards, I just couldn’t be bothered. I like the beach more for drinking, eating, and lying around. Now, I have an excuse not to swim. Jellyfish.

Soup and…

a houseplant.

Two things I recently compared to falling in love.

I had a three and a half hour conversation with my little brother today. I didn’t get angry. Just listened. Something I probably should have done years ago.