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There are some things that never leave you. The recurring image of your shrinking self, running – always running somewhere. Thing is, i’ve managed to sweep away most of what happened: i don’t remember us actually talking. I can’t tell you exactly what we did or how we were. All i have are these frames, almost like gifs. It exists in isolation from time and everything else. I am used to avoiding it.

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Recently, Gee told me about Enneagram types which she swore was eerily accurate for her. Most of the time i have my reservations about personality categorizations. Even if i do try them, i try them through the lens of a psychology major – that is, aware of all the failings of type tests. This one though, was pretty good. I found myself identifying very strongly with Type 9. It articulated aspects of me i’ve never really thought about but would reluctantly admit to be true. I also like the Enneagram’s applicability to self-improvement. It emphasizes on the continuum (from unhealthy to the healthy ideal) your Type exists on. Will look into this more another soon.

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Sunday was Bagsy’s 21st, a very early one before she flies off again.

It was one of the best parties i’ve been to for a long, long while to be honest. Unabashedly childish, uninhibitedly loud with plain, clean fun. Also, as is ALWAYS the case when Becks and her family is involved, THE FOOD WAS GLORIOUS.

Most of all Bags seemed to really enjoy herself. I’m so glad for that. So much of the time, playing host exhausts the anxious host who should be the very one basking the festivities. BECKY WAS VERY MUCH THE STAR OF HER GLITTERATI PARTY.

OUR QUEEN.

Linus was pretty much the perfect GameMaster. I adore his earnest hosting so much, haha.

Speaking of kids.

I’m still dreaming of my pre-school students. Miss them terribly. Need to get a grip on myself and my raging maternal affections.