I had to get rid of my stuffed animals today. Stuffed animals and too-short pants. If I did a good job I could get guacamole at Chipotle (and I did). Goodbye goodbye goodbye. Might as well. They don’t talk anymore, anyways. Not the ones that look like Mom and me when I was little.

When I was little and my thumb was for fun and Mom said that she was going to put Bunny in a glass case one day. It would have bothered me if I hadn’t had whole confidence that Bunny would hide.

I think this is supposed to make me cry or, like, Lie On The Floor™ but let’s be real, I’m too tired, and no one got into college amongst the dead bugs picked from ears of old friends. ♦