I have moved into a new apartment.
My name is on a legal document with a significant other (who is not Mason).
I turn thirty two this weekend. I keep thinking I'm turning thirty three.
A hurricane named after me is set to hit (ok, at least brush) New York for my birthday.
My bowl is broken; I did not go crazy. Maybe just a little crazy, but not much.
My cat has learned how to spoon.
Orchid blooming in the bathroom. The moonvine didn't die, but did refuse to grow this year.
I really want to shave my head but I like my haircut so I feel like I can't shave it all off right now.
The keys for my new apartment are ugly so I can't wear them on a chain around my neck. I hate keys in my pockets.