"Oh my gawd you are so skinny."
- "Yes," and, "Oh My gawd you are so fat."
What am I supposed to say? I wish they would all shut up about it.
I called India last night. I'm not sure how this will work out, but I probably can find a post about not being sure about Jojo, so I'll just keep my big mouth shut. Besides, my biggest worry is eating alone in the cafeteria right now. I don't really care about who I room with.
I am being corrupted by the Dego's at work. I am greeted every morning with "Top of the mornin' to ya! How the hell are you?" Today I replied, "Great, how the hell are you?" I recieved a few strange glances. I guess little birds (as I am called, their little birdie,) don't swear. Also, they don't refer to their head teller as "potato chip woman." Oopsie.
Blank Canvas
Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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