I freaked out but didn’t die.
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.
Officially the poorest.
It’s *picture of French fries* Day socks
The only down side is I am very poor. So maybe going to three movies a week isn’t such a great idea.
But I need to say, Navy Pier is long, like really long.
They all lied. I was lied to.
But something about trying to flirt with my physical therapist screams sexual harassment. So, I’m holding back.
Set aside the insane baseball fandom, the violence, and the corruption, and let us examine tacos.