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Just got home from camp. What a week.
It's funny, all the doors are shut but mine, which has weird connotations for me, because growing up we only shut our doors when necessary (Still true, i guess) so a closed door meant privacy or mom sleeping after a night shift. now they're closed to keep jack off the beds with his shedding body. except no one shuts mine because they figure if i let him sleep with me, i've abdicated my rights to a hair-free living environment. it's okay if I can't wear black clothes or must sneeze my way through the night.
i'm saying this jokingly, don't take it whinily.
18 voicemails and 79 messages in my inbox, but no text messages, which is what i was actually excited about. email and things you have to listen through when your phone is made out of wood veneer? ugh.
27 notifications.
and spaghetti. mmmm.
i'm headed to the bath.
It's funny, all the doors are shut but mine, which has weird connotations for me, because growing up we only shut our doors when necessary (Still true, i guess) so a closed door meant privacy or mom sleeping after a night shift. now they're closed to keep jack off the beds with his shedding body. except no one shuts mine because they figure if i let him sleep with me, i've abdicated my rights to a hair-free living environment. it's okay if I can't wear black clothes or must sneeze my way through the night.
i'm saying this jokingly, don't take it whinily.
18 voicemails and 79 messages in my inbox, but no text messages, which is what i was actually excited about. email and things you have to listen through when your phone is made out of wood veneer? ugh.
27 notifications.
and spaghetti. mmmm.
i'm headed to the bath.