From
the files of "Things That Only Happen To Me," last night I
fell off the fridge and bloodied my nipple. If I weren't living in
it, my life would seem hilarious.
Love letters to my son about his mom, his dad, the people around us, and all of New York City, from the time of his conception and beyond.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
March 19, 2013 (3 months)
Regretfully, I admit that tonight I did say to your father, "Bitch, you better let me eat my nachos or there's gonna be a problem."
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