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Coming to terms with the uncertainty of afterlife. Believing in some thing after death, and now realizing that belief and certain knowledge are not the same. Going from thinking our loved ones are out there, somewhere, never truly gone, to now wondering, are they anywhere or just simply nowhere at all? -j

I went to Pike Place Market the other day and was charmed to see all of the fresh fruits displayed. I saw cherries. I made a pit stop to admire them. Cherries have pits, and I stopped to see them. My actual story about cherries is the time I ate so many of them on a drive with my family around a winding mountain road in New Zealand. I blew chunks like crazy in the car. It was disgusting. Cherry chunkaroo in Christchurch. -j

Oh wow, it's summer in Seattle. Bring on the ice cream. Bring on the sun. Bring on the sweat. Just kidding. It's the first few days of summer, and it's overcast as hell. Actually, let me put on a beanie and a sweater before we head out. -j

I have a secret file in my head of every single time someone has complimented me on my fruit salad. There's the time a white person mentioned the nata de coco. Ooh, exotic, they said. There's the time the pomegranate seeds were praised. There's like, four other people who have complimented me, so I'll just go ahead and make it official-- Best Fruit Salad of All Time awarded to me. It me. Oh my goodness. I wasn't prepared to accept this award. Wow. I mean. Wow. Where do I star

It's $120, and I have no where to wear it. It's gonna be a reluctant no from me, dawg. -j

Chloe’s birthday was yesterday. She’s a 7 year old baby cat. I would give her a marshmallow cake, but she has to get her teeth cleaned, and also, I don’t want to enable her sugar tooth problem. My baby forever. -j