Today I saw a camel. And a donkey.
And this conversation took place between a random man and me:
Man: Those pickles will kill you, girls.
Me: Oh, good.
Man: They’ll make you cross-eyed.
Me: Mmhmm.
Man: I got a cat yesterday. He’s cross-eyed.
Me: Did you feed him pickles?
Man: Yep. He had some pickles.
Me: Nice.

Gingerbread is good but a little overwhelming in large quantities. Who could eat a whole gingerbread house?

Fact: I finally remember how to spell “overwhelming” after Kit told me once in a conversation: “It has an h.” For some reason, after years and years of constantly forgetting, I can now remember. Every time.

Yesterday I tore down half the fringe in my car in the midst of an existential crisis. And I’ve been craving a cigarette again for days. Yep. It must be Christmastime.
Alas.

Peace, love, and pickles.