Honey

I don’t know many other dumb-asses who would elect to visit family in Phoenix in the middle of July, but that just makes the plane less full for me anyway. Am I making any sense? Probably not - most people don’t really make any sense here. You can’t make too much sense living in the desert, and then all that heat soaks into you brain and you start acting a little slow and sloppy, just like me.

So far, I’ve especially enjoyed eating snacks (that are supposed to be for the party) like hummus and pita chips, green olives, and potato chips. I’ve loved seeing my wonderful aunts and my mom. I liked the part after the sun went down and I did some yoga on the back porch while my dad picked up turds. The wind blew the chimes melodically and either a) the sun has fried my brain, or b) it was a very personal, romantic moment.

I finished my first book from the library on the plane ride here this morning. I read Ender’s Game for the first time, and knew that I was partaking in a very excellent treat. I love books that are just good and make me think about stuff and also make me want to know what happens next. That was Ender’s Game.

Tomorrow is my cousin’s fifth birthday party and it’s sure to be wild. I’m really looking forward to the water slide and wearing my tank so I can show off all my very cool tattoos. I like being the weird kid at the family events.

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