I only had a pretzel at the fair last night. Tried to be a carnivore for a day and have a corn dog, but I just couldn’t do it. It’s the catholic jewish hippie guilt in me. I rode the dizzy dragon with parker, and spent the rest of the evening being “stuffed animal jacket soda holder”. Daniel made fun of the mini van when I got to work this morning. I told him henry rollins has ridden in that van. He told me I have tattoos so I can do what I want. I internally wiped the sweat off my brow and sighed with relief. Anyway. Good morning.
Love,
Maria
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