day one hundred thirty-eight.

my mom came to visit yesterday so we did some vintage/book shopping downtown
(editors note: we did not purchase any of the following items)

dusty faux french toast: $16

lady grater

we had tapas for dinner with my sister and then went for dessert.
mom managed to eat only half of this enormous, layered, anything-similar-should-be-ashamed-to-call-itself-a brownie.

today i got finger printed for my internship.
i have an identity; i am identifiable.