April 29, 2005
is just like dating a teenage boy, only without the mediocre-but-frequent sex. She can’t tell me what she wants because she simply doesn’t have the words for it, so instead she assumes I’ll just know, and when I fail to give her what she wants, she throws herself on the floor and cries. Also, she [...]
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April 1, 2005
Dear Self, Always remember, never forget that in the tenth month of your daughter’s life, her chief occupation in the world was carrying your shoes about the house. She has found them everywhere you’ve hidden them, and taken them to look out of windows and under cabinets and everywhere in between. That child is showing [...]
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