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Oh Target. Bras that cost less than $40. True, they'll wear out faster, but my favorite bra exists almost as much in theory as in reality. I'm ok with such proportions for my politics, but not support garments. I have two (2) new bras, a new pair of boxers, a pair of boxer briefs, and mint green argyle socks. Sweet.
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wisygig this weekend. I'm seeing another favorite tomorrow night, and maybe I'll see someone I might have been thinking about a lot this week. Mmmmm vague. I like how it makes my life seem so much more interesting than it really is.
In other news, I was thinking about grief today. The nature of it, how it works. I'm not an expert, but I think I know enough about it now to say this. I think it becomes a part of you, I think it takes root in your heart and stays there. Time doesn't so much ease the pain as normalize it and compartmentalize it. You think you're done, you think it's passed, but you're just going through your day to day and then you're driving down 47 and suddenly it wraps itself around your heart and squeezes out an old, dry pain that you suddenly realizes has been sitting in you like a stone for three years. You just let it choke you for a minute, and in that minute, you're as lost and uncertain as you've ever been. Then it passes, and it's hard to know if you just imagined it or not.
The closer it gets to March, the harder it gets.
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wisygig this weekend. I'm seeing another favorite tomorrow night, and maybe I'll see someone I might have been thinking about a lot this week. Mmmmm vague. I like how it makes my life seem so much more interesting than it really is.In other news, I was thinking about grief today. The nature of it, how it works. I'm not an expert, but I think I know enough about it now to say this. I think it becomes a part of you, I think it takes root in your heart and stays there. Time doesn't so much ease the pain as normalize it and compartmentalize it. You think you're done, you think it's passed, but you're just going through your day to day and then you're driving down 47 and suddenly it wraps itself around your heart and squeezes out an old, dry pain that you suddenly realizes has been sitting in you like a stone for three years. You just let it choke you for a minute, and in that minute, you're as lost and uncertain as you've ever been. Then it passes, and it's hard to know if you just imagined it or not.
The closer it gets to March, the harder it gets.