home. I tromp down into our woods, a path I used to walk all the time in the summers, when I would go and sit on the big rock in the creek and read books and feel wild.
my mom's cats are utterly ridiculous.
I finally found prettyboy dam. I was just one road off the first time I tried.
on christmas eve, there are family activities.
(the icing was hard to get out of the bag)
tristan and I drive up to new york.
he indulges me and we go into fao schwarz. all the candy is jurassic.
nintendo world. a theme emerges.
at home, bananagrams. my sister makes this (illegal, proper noun):
...while my brother makes this.
all of this is pretty much how it goes.