You go through that emotional roller coaster, a box of sour patch kids, and a glass of wine, and not cry. I dare you.
I freaked out but didn’t die.
And when I get lazy, I watch TV instead of write. Writing is hard, and takes a lot of brain power. I need to save my energy to do it.
My first birthday back in America in two years. The theme: legos and Spider-man. The time in Korea is over, but the PTSD when looking at a birthday cake is long from forgotten.
Granted, I was forced to go, but it was pretty good.
This has nothing to do with my life, just for a quick laugh.
The title is that because my life is so awkwardly funny that it borders on sad. Let me explain.
Officially the poorest.
Dang, that’s a lot of corn.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks