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sentimental landlords

February 2012

I wish that we could talk about it

but there, that’s the problem.

Literally the second that I’m sitting here thinking about how my tax return would cover the cost of Bonnaroo, my uncle sends me this exact text: “We should go to Bonnaroo?” IF I WANT IT BAD ENOUGH, CAN I CALL THAT FATE?!

I really love when I go see my dad and he makes disparaging comments about teen mothers. I think my faaavorite part of that experience is when he selectively edits my mother out of his life so thoroughly that he can look me in the eye when he makes those comments and expect some kind of affirmation. Yeah. That is wonderful.