Talk Jedi to me.
A woman once told me to put a fork in my bra so as to have quick access to it in order to stab men who try to touch me inappropriately.
So now I keep a fork in my bra at all times.
My little bro turns 20 tomorrow. I still remember every detail of the moment he was born. I watched the midwife (who was very, very overweight) run from one end of the clinic to the other just to barely catch my brother’s head in time because my mom was pushing him out too fast. I can remember that because I was screaming at her to run faster.
Happy Birthday to my littler brother, aka my bug, and even though I’m not able to fly down to Vegas this weekend like I wanted to (my neurologist advised me not to fly), I’m only postponing the trip for little bit longer.
