some thoughts from last week

Burning yourself with a straightener at 12 is embarrassing. Doing so at 24 is just downright mortifying. I didn’t. But I thought it was funny.

I love days when I get rice and noodles and tortillas as my meal with room temperature juice.

My white socks are the only part of my laundry still moist. And nobody in their right mind likes moist socks. But more importantly, I am paralyzed with fear every time I have to come down from the roof.