I spent all my day shopping, for other people. Bought a lot of little (and not so little) and cute (and not so cute) stuff. It felt awesome, for the most part. I wish I were a kid or had one. And there were somethings which I kept leaning over to pick up, but I had to step back when I realized I didn’t have anyone to give those sorts of things to anymore.
I don’t like tearing up this often.
(I wonder why a scarily informative program on intersexuals I saw last night keeps popping up in my head. Arggh.)
Bittersweet symphony is life.