Fan mail

Sisters are weird. I was thinking about my post today and took pictures for it 6 hours ago but haven't had a chance to write a bit and put it up. I haven't even read yours yet Rach, I didn't want to be influenced by your genius.

It was visceral, it wasn't reasonable, it wasn't intellectual. It was all emotive and feeling, instinctual, frontal feelings. It was immediate and unwavering, coming home to lily's on my bedside suitcase. Part of me hates to admit it, but I loved feeling cared for in this way. I was surprised and cared for and appreciated and thought of.

Thanks Em!






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where my mind goes

Visceral : not intellectual : instinctive

I saw this store(/restaurant/club/obviouslydnotthatobservant?) sign and immediately my mind went to Arrested Development. And that, folks, is how my mind works. Almost any situation reminds me of a scene or line from a movie or show. It's usually inappropriate for the situation and I find myself laughing. By myself. 

I would like to think that my quote memorization skills were something intellectual but those skills don't translate into any productive area of my life. Quotes just happen. Instinctively. 

Buster: I ought to point to Uncle Oscar's Charlie Browns next time you're on top of him, mother.

(cue George Michael walking down the street to the sad-day Charlie Brown theme song.)