For Thanksgiving break, I left Los Angeles to visit my relatives in the small town of Ojai, Calif. As we drove on an idyllic country road from Santa Barbara, I could not help but point out my extensive knowledge of nature and country life despite growing up in a big city.
My mother became obsessed with Feng Shui two years ago. I came home late to discover her rabidly dusting the guest room. We never dust in our house. Why clean something that inevitably replaces itself?
The other night I had a standoff with a mosquito.
The best thing about working out is going shopping.
My whole life, I have despised coffee: vile, frothing cups of black sludge that look and taste like car oil but smell deceptively delicate and sweet. It smells like lies.
Moving in is much like what my mother once said about giving birth. Immediately following the event, you cannot believe how painful it was and vow to never go through it again. Time dulls the miserable memory. Eventually, delusions take over, and you think, yeah, it was tough, but sure, I could go through ...
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