that sometimes you act like her mother, instead of her friend -- and not the way that I am FranMom, but the way that is like Overbearing-Backseatdriver-You'll-understand-when-you're-older Mom. We are all competent. We are all living and learning.
Also, last night was amazing. I drank 2 Golden Monkeys, now the bain of my existance, and gracefully threw up in the middle of the bar WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING. That was so weird. Then, the guy whom I had asked to draw my portrait with my icky face (tongue sticking out, one eye scrunched) started making my face at me. It was at that moment that I told Joe we had to leave.
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