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And Be Cleansed

A few confessions:

I left the scrubber in the bottom of the five gallon bucket I filled with dirty fish tank water, so dirty that I could not see the bright green scrubber at its bottom. I then plunged my arm into the nasty, scummy water well past my elbow to retrieve the scrubber that I ended up throwing out anyway.

As a child I loved the feeling of my tongue on a screened window or door, and to this day feel sad that, as an "ad-ult," I cannot kneel down and push my taste buds through a screen's tiny holes.

I do not like hot vegetables or hot fruit. There are exceptions, like homemade apple crisp (though better the next day after it's been in the refrigerator) but they are few and far between.

I was listening to Rammstein while driving through falling snow in the dark. And I was happy about it snowing. I am excited for the winter to come, cannot wait for the pure white to cover our naked trees and brown ground. If I hated winter, I would have moved my ass to California already.

I "borrowed" my mother's razor when I was 12 and in a very passive aggressive manner thanked her for "getting me a razor to shave my legs" knowing full well the blame would land on my sister.