Friday's Thirteen

ONE

So far, it's a cruel, cruel summer.

TWO

I've officially diagnosed myself with chronic fatigue syndrome.

 THREE

Caylee Anthony's death makes me want to not blog at all and give every ounce of my everything to Sabine. I hope she suffered as little as possible.

FOUR

Take My Soul. I Don't Need It Anymore.

FIVE

Watching Sabine ride her little tricycle around our not-so-huge living room makes me want a house with a yard. Something modest will do.

SIX

R.I.P. Cy Twombly. Your work helped me see beauty in simplicity.

 SEVEN

I think being famous would actually totally suck.

 EIGHT

Happy birthday, Frida Kahlo. Your bravery makes it easier to be me.

 NINE

I miss trains and subways. The overload of cars in L.A. makes life and people compartmentalized, isolated and visually boring, or, practically invisible.

TEN

E.B. White was a genius with an eye that was as beautiful as his mind.

 ELEVEN

I would absolutely die if my mother-in-law wrote a letter like this one.

TWELVE 

Kadin, I love you like this.

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THIRTEEN

Sabine, I love you like this.

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