Member since February, 2009
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If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
Not at, baby, in.
In bed I like to read:
with one eye screwed shut, my head close to the lamp, trying not to rustle around, so I won't disturb the other sleepers.
My favorite story of all time is:
how the one kid everyone was worried about for the kindergarten's holiday gift exchange showed up late, unbreakfasted, but clutching a battered Styrofoam cup containing some dirt and a small bean plant. It was harrowing waiting to see how the recipient would react. All the other gifts were toys, or jewelry with great 5-year-old appeal . The kid who got Tiasia's gift stared at the little seedling for a moment, before joyfully crying, "My own plant!" I can't even type this without tearing up. ... Actually it's a tie between this one and the time that big ass monkey stole Greg's flip flops in Pushkar.
Right now, I'm reading:
something I'm eager to be done with, so I can turn to something good.