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so mike b and i are hosting thanksgiving festivities tomorrow here chez raspberry. if you find yourself turkey-less, please feel free to join us. i'm not actually sure how many people will be attending... maybe 5 or 6? i will assuredly cook more than is humanly possible for that many people to eat. i always do...

last night i was talking to mr. m on the phone, trying to set a timeline for this 'thing' that we've got going on... i thought to myself "self, check out your journal.. there'll for sure be a starting point in there". so i did. six months.. almost seven. how crazy is that? over half a year we've been riding this rollercoaster. no wonder it's so hard to get off... it's a pattern, a habit. funny how good habits are hard to make, and bad habits are hard to break.

i've been listening to the garden state soundtrack, and there's a cover of the postal service song 'such great heights' on it. it's very quiet and acoustic, and very pretty: "i'm thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned..." how pretty is that? i wish i wish someone would right stuff like that about me. that would be amazing, huh?