Holder of keys, cough drop wrappers, earring backs. Keeper of the “shit, I forgot to do that” sticky notes. Sustainer of nail polish drips, coffee cup rings, and maverick pen marks. Believer in remembering, recalling, and reminding.
I am the mean girl in the classic, clichéd high school flick - breezing past your locker every day without a second glance, conning you into doing my homework under the guise of being a tutee. You are the catch-all plate on my end table. I am your abuser.
Learning to revel: the ‘scatterbrained without you’ edition (at the Home-Sweet)