Sometimes, when I pee, I shudder a little bit. Not only that, but a sound may escape me. The only way I can describe it is a soft, trembling, exclamation.

Sometimes, this happens at a public bathroom.

Sometimes, there happens to be someone standing next to me, also peeing.

Sometimes, I get funny looks.

I miss being outside during the golden hour.

I miss Hong Kong.

I miss going to the theater to watch movies with John in the summer.

I miss Collier family dinners.

I miss camping.

I miss watching good Chinese romantic comedies.

I miss Bronwen hugs.

I miss Hong Kong Milk tea.

I miss physical contact.

I miss being able to drink and eat what I want without having stomach problems.

I miss getting buzzed.

I miss unrequited love.

I miss residence.

I miss being in my last year of high school.

I miss being missed.

Apparently I currently brux audibly at night. Hopefully it’ll stop when things calm down.

FDR had nothing on me.

Some cut. Some burn.

I bash.

I got to shave with a new razor blade today. My blade generally outlasts the razor, and the one I just threw out was in use for over eight months. It was so old that the soothing strips were completely worn out. The blades get a little dull and slightly irritating, but they still work. I’ve always had baby facial hair, but I’ve noticed that it’s gotten a lot tougher now. Too bad it’s patchy as hell, like Gabe’s.