A Pretentiously Angst-Ridden Diary of Ephemera. Also, monkeys.
Having decided to come home a week early to say goodbye to Spooky, I now don't know how to act. Do I rage? Do I rail? Should I be strong and make jokes? Should I retire morosely to a corner and monopolize my kitty? My upbringing tells me to be Stoic (as does Dad's forced calm), but I don't think I want to be...
posted by bento at 5:40 AM
Bento is a guilt junkie who lives a life full of verbs. She cooks, she reads, she laughs heartily, she waves her arms, she writes some weird sermons and delights in essays with poncy titles. She is currently in Vancouver, re-discovering the joys of having a bus pass, making lots of deliciously warming soups, and experiencing the joys/trials of being a student. She welcomes new places and new faces, but mourns for the things (and the people) that couldn't be shipped out to the west coast with her.
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