It’s late…
and I got carried away…
but hey, season six of Weeds was banging.
I call my computer The Machine.
I saved one beautiful dandelion seed, hung on a mason jar. We forgot it was there until I was moving out. You can’t get wishes back, turns out. You make more.
I moved again yesterday.
The word Ours is different now.
My car is dying. The Neon. Eureka, One-Eyed-Ursula, now finally, Eddard. The Machine is lasting longer.
Years and years…
I feel old.
On to the next chapter.
- B: Brain freeeeeeze!
- Me: Just hold your tongue to the roof of your mouth.
- B: ....
- Me: It is known, Kahleesi.
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Clementine: Am I ugly? When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly doll who I call Clemetine and I keep yelling at her, “you can’t be ugly, be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Joel: You’re pretty.
Clementine: Joely, don’t ever leave me.
Joel: You’re pretty… you’re pretty… pretty…
This is my favorite part of the damn movie.
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Goodmorning to you too, my love. (I’m sleepy and put two many “to”s in that last bit.) now there are more than I imagined there would be…
