care

aw. my mom just sent me a care package. this is a big deal because my mom doesn't send me care packages. that's a very suburban-traditional-gender-roles mom-like things to do, she's always said. but she wrote me a note about how if dad knew how to mail packages over two pounds she would have made him do it so it isn't about gender it's about his inadequacy as a human being. then dad wrote a post script about how his inadequacy made a mean creme-brulee the night before and she wasn't complaining then. my parents are awesome.

let's see what my haul is:

fifteen two-pack reeses cups.

a boston red sox hat (i don't even like baseball but i think it's mostly just to remind me of home)

twenty bucks in quarters and dollar bills (for laundry and strippers. thanks, dad)

a coffee mug with a cat on it

a sweater with a cat on it

the latest two issues of "feminazi magazine"

2 boxes of unfrosted strawberry pop tarts

a 6-pack of socks

my running shoes that i forgot there over christmas break

my parents know me so well. they also wrote me another note (one that wasn't about my dad's inadequacy as a human being) regarding how school was going. school is going well, i'm interviewing for an internship in a week, and that i'm meeting lots of interesting people. i've also just discovered how pretty of a name jane is. it's really simple but it's not boring-simple like mary or betty or something. it's, like, elegant and kickass at the same time. so that's a thing.

anyways, thanks for the package mom and dad! i've already eaten an entire box of poptarts because i didn't feel like putting on pants this morning to go to the cafeteria.