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Happy Eggy Fertility Day, y'all.

JD's girlfriend could be a lot worse. She's into stupid music, but only in the way that we are all into stupid or otherwise embarrassing music/clothes/scenes when we are young. I don't think it will last. She seems very young for 17, but she was polite and conversational and happy, and I'm somewhat relieved on those points. However, I would just hope that her youthfulness does not pull JD away from acheiving some kind of recognizable adulthood in the near future. Because, damn, he has some growing up to do.

In other news, cramps.

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You know how your day or your week takes on a theme sometimes? Like you hear a word that you haven't heard used for years, and you hear it twice or three times in the span of a couple of days? Or an object just keeps popping up in all sorts of situations? My recent theme is hydrangeas. I see them everywhere lately. The significance? I'm not sure, but I CAN say that they're the flowers I want around when I get married; I've been decided on it for a long while. The pale green ones, when only the outer half of the petals are starting to turn light purple or blue. Their frequency in my life of late remains an undecoded coincidence, but that's alright. I like when things happen that hint vaguely at larger themes. I don't believe that Everything Happens For A Reason, but I am truly convinced that The Universe Is Playful.