Some Thoughts...

Not in any order of importance--

It is unfortunate that in the pumpking patch pictures my jeans appear tapered. They ARE NOT. I assure you.

My eyebrows are jacked. Seriously. The shape is all wrong and they won't grow where they're supposed to anymore. I feel a mess.

My hair is falling out in clumps, big clumps, twenty strands at a time. I'm like the girl in high school who would twirl the strand of hair around her finger, staring at it and then all of a sudden... rip the whole thing out. I'm totally going to be bald by the time this is over.

I talked to my old friend Greg tonight he is hilarious. Like, I loved every minute of it. He had the sad coincidence of being gay and having a last name that easily became Gaymos. Let me tell you, my sisters and I terrorized him, we probably would have been charged with a hate crime nowadays. It was an after thought that he was gay BUT he made the deadly error of picking on our littlest sister ONCE and there was no redemption. He had to change bus stops. Later, on summers home from college Greg and I became friends and one night he gave me the greatest compliment ever. He said, "Growing up gay in our town was no where near as scary as growing up down the street from the Falcone sisters." Nothing like the bloodthirsty bonds of sisterhood.
Greg is now Prince for the 21st century and I'll be sure to let you know when his album drops.