i'm sitting here, silently regarding my mom who has been waltzing into and out of my room for the past 15 minutes with various tassles and phd hoods from high school and college, watching her struggle to figure out how they were worn and her triumphant smile as she placed that soft black cap on her head one more time. 'you'll be doing this in thirty years the night before your daughter graduates', she says, and for all my moans and groans i know she's completely right. i'm a memory whore, too.

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finding peace - 02.02.07
unintentional clean slate - 09.11.06
natural born cyborg - 06.23.06