A Bat Mitzvah was the perfect thing for me to do on NYE and still be able to be in bed and/or drunk posting by 9:00.
I had the most remarkable conversation with Scratchy. I’ve never seen a kid as brave as him. He told me all the things he was scared of, all the fears, anxieties and worries that CENTER AROUND FEAR OF DISPLEASING ME. Oh god.
The final analysis on Pajama Jeans? I give them a thumbs up as long as you cover the waist with a top. They actually look great with a shirt over them as they lie very flat. They’d be better with an elastic waist but maybe I could grow an ass to hold them up.
I had a little panic attack last night so I started googling how to know when your dwarf African aquatic frog is dying.
I realize that aside Asian characters are the most cliché thing for a non-Asian to get tattooed with (I am part Asian, but I’m not considering Vietnamese words because Haruki Murakami isn’t Vietnamese and Haruki Murakami written in English takes up too much space) birds are the next most cliché thing.