Once when walking through a convenience store, I told some friends that I wanted to buy handcuffs and a briefcase so that people would wonder that important thing I was carrying around handcuffed to my wrist.
16 November 2005
A Heart
For my mom. I love her. She reads my blog and sympathizes with bad days and gives me rides from the Taj Mahan to my apartment and calls to share news and asks my opinion on clothes. Thanks for being a fun, good, and amazing Mom.
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