tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170160109493277238.post5368545099360070330..comments2023-06-01T03:02:49.482-07:00Comments on Exit 236: Notes from Bow, Washington: These are the things of which we don't speak, y'all. (Or even know).oh, michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10593240275548360307noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5170160109493277238.post-45915041446447729912010-12-28T14:07:14.184-08:002010-12-28T14:07:14.184-08:00Love love love love love.
Fuck belly rubbers and ...Love love love love love.<br /><br />Fuck belly rubbers and people who are uncomfortable. I have had two miscarriages, neither of which was something that wasn't totally necessary (as I was young and stupid and obviously not ready for motherhood in general). My body took care of me when I wouldn't have had I known, and I am ultimately grateful.<br /><br />I'm sorry people are shitty. I'm sorry that life can be shitty.<br /><br />On NYE, we will drink a toast (via the wonders of text messaging) to the shitty things life throws at us, and the important things we learn from them.<br /><br />Love, KatAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com