I was a total wreck this time 2009. I hated my boss, felt claustrophobic in a relationship, and was struggling with how different I was from all my friends. They tend to have things like husbands, well-paying jobs, and houses. Babies too. I had an apartment I shared with my girlfriend and our cat, a low-paying job, and no biological means to procreate with the woman I loved.
Fast forward a year... Jen and I have split up and I won't go into the gory details of what else I have cookin', but I will admit that babies are heavily on my mind. I want one. And I want one with an amazing person. I want one to celebrate the beauty of humanity and the story we tell throughout our lives. Full stop. I will update on that situation when I've some real news to share.
But moving on, or rather back, what to do to cheer myself up? The first night Jason met me, I was wearing red pants. I no longer feel quite so cavalier as to sport red pants, those these days, I use red lipstick.
When I saw the little bird on the lanai matched my lipstick, I ran outside and took a group photo. I wear my glasses about once a month, reason being, they always end up looking as they do in the photo above. Are my ears crooked? I look high.
In Kapa'a today I saw a sticker on a truck that sums up how many of the locals feel:

Notice the gun?
Aloha.
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