Hola Fellas (it has a feminine ending, I swear),
Happy birthdays!! We've got us, what, two more 25s?
Erica, how old are you now, 21? HAHAHAHAHHA. I love you.
Here's a nice picture Andrew took of me this past weekend in the garden.

Notice that the carrot I harvested is white. They are all coming up albino. What the heck?
In related news, he and I broke up shortly after it was taken. Well, a few days after. On Tuesday night. We just kept having the same fights and neither of us felt willing to modify who we are to accommodate the other. I still want to be with him, and there are no hard feelings, but I'm just not willing to be in a position where I don't feel the same level of appreciation and respect that I put out there. And to him, I'm too hard to trust/too much of a flirt and unapologetic about it. I mean, I'm not saying that those things aren't true, but to him they fall near "dealbreaker" on the spectrum of relationship annoyances. Anyway, I don't think he's very happy right now, and that, I believe, is really the biggest factor underlying the discontent.
Speaking of ex-boyfriends, Jiban contacted me! Strange. I'm glad, though. It's nice to talk to him when he's not saying crazy things at 4 am, drunk on my parent's doorstep. I guess he and Doria were living together but broke up and moved apart. She has a different guy in her facebook picture now, anyway.
What else? I just ate a ton of ABC homefries left over from earlier today at the cafe. I hope I don't feel sick to my stomach in about five minutes.