I've been resisting the Twitter craze, but this is exactly the kind of thing Twitter was invented for. Man oh man I am definitely going to be completely addicted to checking his updates. He simply records things his 73-year-old dad says, such as:
"Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me."
"Your brother brought his baby over this morning. He told me it could stand. It couldn't stand for shit. Just sat there. Big let down."
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Lauren + Claire.
We’ve been friends since we were eight years old. Our friendship has survived a laundry list of growing pains that come with being friends for the better part of our lives.
Lauren is a master of art, amateur of botany, aficionado of birdwatching.
Claire takes photographs in exchange for money, dabbles in veganism, and is plotting a 4-month escape to Central America.
We are letter writers to the core; this blog is an online companion to the real handwritten letters that traverse the distance from Colorado to Washington and back on a regular basis.
We’ve been friends since we were eight years old. Our friendship has survived a laundry list of growing pains that come with being friends for the better part of our lives.
Lauren is a master of art, amateur of botany, aficionado of birdwatching.
Claire takes photographs in exchange for money, dabbles in veganism, and is plotting a 4-month escape to Central America.
We are letter writers to the core; this blog is an online companion to the real handwritten letters that traverse the distance from Colorado to Washington and back on a regular basis.
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