Indian cockroaches keep crawling out of my clothing. I hope this doesn't get me in trouble with US Immigration; they already confiscated my British apple.
Virginia apples are so delicious.
Dear Old Navy: Thank you for saying that long tops and bright colors are in style. I just might survive here if you would only turn off your AC.
I am cold.
Dear exercise-obsessed people at Gold's Gym: maybe you should take up rice farming.
Dear Silver Honda Civic: I am so sorry I was ever embarrassed about the big ol' dent in your door. I have realized how nice you really are. And I can't remember the last time I was in a car without ten other people.
Would it be totally innapropriate to walk around town in a sari?
I can call people without having to calculate the time difference!
I am in love with thirty people on the other side of the world.
I think about them fifty times a day.
I'm not who I was.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thoughts on returning to America
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You're BACK!?
Oh my. I can't wait to hear stories.
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