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Crying histrionically over thirtysomething repeats like when Michael sees that Melissa brought the menorah and when Billy proposes to Ellyn in the elevator. Cooking Skillet Sensations. Mixing crunchy M&Ms in vanilla ice cream. Watching the dogs fall off the couch and bite each other's tails. Drinking white chocolate raspberry martinis. Giggling over digital camera pictures and how our faces always look distorted. Slurping on sugar free popsicles. Weeping over Carole King songs. Sitting on my bed and writing in our journals. Jumping into your bed in the mornings to wake you up. Talking about our cycles and about vibrators and cervical mucus. Eating more sushi than exists in the entire country of Japan. Making up songs about edamame. Making up songs about Gwen Fabin-Blunt. "Are we our own family?" "What?" I say, blinking and looking at her. "You know how people make their own families when they grow up?" "STOP IT. Shit. You're making me cry." "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I was just wondering." "I'm so glad that we had this summer." "Me, too." "I can't believe you're leaving." "I know." "It's like you're leaving for college all over again." "I know!" "It's just like August of eight years ago." "Stop it. You're freaking me out." "You realize that Rochester might as well be in Canada." "I think I'm probably going to grow fur, it's so cold up there." "Oh, Canada. Our home and native land..." "Shut UP." "Do you realize that the date of your departure coincides exactly with the onset of my menses?" "It's like your uterus will be bleeding tears!" "It really will! This sucks. Promise you'll come back after your internship and live here forever." "I promise."
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NOTHING. I am a pathetic reader right now. Hearing You Belong to Me from Shrek Seeing Tonight is the thirtysomething episode when Hope has those flashbacks of the people who lived in her house during World War II. It's totally hokey, but it always makes me cry. Thinking My potential roommate is now staying in New Orleans and is moving in with my sister. This is one freaky incestuous state that we live in. Journal Quote du Jour I was going to write some office politics haiku, but "fuck off and die" doesn't have enough syllables. --Short Takes from Elle's The Windmills Are Winning My new favorite journal makes me laugh and cry.
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