So it's just me and my trusty laptop, here at my kitchen table. The table is currently "wearing" an old tablecloth that was gifted to me by my mother (age 60)
- y'know, the faded cloth kind that looks like what you might think of when someone says "oilcloth." But mine has apples and apple blossoms all over it. I hope my boyfriend doesn't mind.
My boyfriend and I live toghther, now, and as a result I've created this is blog as a reaction to
- y'know, the faded cloth kind that looks like what you might think of when someone says "oilcloth." But mine has apples and apple blossoms all over it. I hope my boyfriend doesn't mind.
My boyfriend and I live toghther, now, and as a result I've created this is blog as a reaction to
- not knowing if I am young or old
- self-posed ponderings on friendship, marriage, life in brooklyn, and the like
- being (somewhat) intentionally bored
