The best conversations with my mom always end the same way.
"And the moral of the story is?"
"Don't get pregnant."
"Exactly."
"..."
"I hope you're brother's not retarded."
The best. Without fail.

We were eating dinner a few days ago, and my brother said he had street smarts. We just laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
He is getting a cell phone for his 14th birthday. My boyfriend got admitted for mine. That is probably the best way to explain how, despite the fact that we are only four years apart, we are the exact opposites of each other. I try so hard to disassimilate that I can't grasp that impossible need to belong. How does that even happen?

We are having potato pancakes for dinner with chives and sour cream and roe. Just like in the mother country.
Where the hell's the schnitzel?

It made me uncomfortable when I was thinking about how much time I spend on the internet on the bus and just thinking about trying to not go on the nets for a week made me nervous.
So I am going to try and do it.
As long as I don't run out of books to read.
So, so long and thanks for all the fish.