All the Horrible Girliness

I'm sitting, trying to chill, listening to "Let It Be," and wishing it would fix me.

In the other room, The Bug sleeps with soft rock playing, Brian Adams and Celine Dion, until I can get my own lullabye mix burned for him.

There is a lot of joy in my day, now. It balances the worry and fear. Before, I wasn't so worried and scared, but I didn't know these hugs, the laughs, the play, the rib-busting love.

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I'm tired of being considered a racist just because I'm white.

posted by Samus @ 9:32 PM