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My graduation gift from Kevin. Next stop, everywhere.

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Like I said, he gets me.

"Don’t pick me up [from the airport], I don’t want you to miss the pre pre pre show coverage for the Golden Globes."

He just gets me.

Year in Review

It’s a Tuesday. It’s raining. I feel like I haven’t stopped moving or eating since last Tuesday morning. Kevin just left. He set up my mom’s new Wii; he gave my parents six free months of Netflix for Christmas. Sometimes I’m like, is this my boyfriend? Or just a cyborg sent to dramatically heighten my expectations of the human race. I’m not hungry but I’m sitting at this dining room table in New Jersey in front of sixteen (16!!!) containers of cookies, and just what am I supposed to do, world? What am I supposed to do? I’m happy. This year I had a story published in a book; I went to Ireland and Scotland and England; I spent most of my time with the world’s sweetest cyborg. Next year I become a master of the fine arts; I find some way to make money, maybe a new place to live. Cyborg at my side. Just now I got up and looked in the fridge and then said to myself, “Don’t eat anything; what’s the matter with you?” Out loud. Thanks for everything, 2011.

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Last night Kevin and I went to Longwood Gardens. It’s so Christmas-y! I think we look pretty good in this picture. Kevin gave me that hat. I gave him a Troy and Abed in the Morning mug. I’m back in New Jersey now. I realized that tonight in the car when I heard Bruce Springsteen’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” on the radio (he is from New Jersey; did you know?). Tonight we’re eating pizza and buffalo wings and decorating the tree; tomorrow we’re going to a funeral. All my shopping is done, except for my goddaughter, for whom I have been hesitant to buy presents ever since I handed her a beautiful pair of purple fairy wings when she was 3, and she replied, “Oh, I don’t need these.” Let’s drink some wine with our moms now, and try to convince them not to waste too much energy on the ironing of our brothers’ dress pants.

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“I’m going to put the Harry-Potter-catching-the-Snitch ornament at the top.”

“We have more than one Harry Potter ornament?”

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The internet is such a narc.

Points of Interest

• Kevin is getting on a plane to Sicily right now with his dad and brother. I have been anticipating this 10-day sojourn of his for a while now, and taken the necessary precautions against loneliness and boredom; in other words, I have added a huge number of British period dramas based on literature to our Netflix queue. This is a weird action to have taken in part because it’s not like he would have ever refused to watch any of these movies with me (he’s not an idiot); it’s also weird because I am almost definitely going to ignore all of them in favor of Say Yes to the Dress repeats.
• Last night I had a dream that we had a baby, and it was really important to us to name that baby Jerry. Baby Jerry turned into a full-grown adult male within just a couple of weeks, but his emotional intelligence was still that of a newborn. I ran around, trying to convince his new work associates not to be too rough on him, as he was only a baby, but they didn’t believe me. Kevin thought I was being too overprotective. “Yup, that’s how I would have handled that situation,” is what Kevin said when I related this dream to him earlier. Let’s not analyze any of this just yet.
• I haven’t been thinking too clearly lately. I’ve been taking a lot of naps. I’m writing four books in my head but not enough on paper. Some day soon though I’m going to wake up, and the things I will get done that day: oh. You don’t even know. The heavens will weep in gratitude.