every time I tell lauren a story about what has transpired in the past week, or what wonky little thought has popped into my head, she tells me that I don't want to be saved. But I disagree. Strongly. I do want to be saved. But maybe it's that I care about my friends more. And how, since we were little babies, we've been begging for stories before we go to bed and such. And so I'm just doing my duty to keep that childhood tradition alive. I'm doing it for the story! so that my little baby friends can sleep peacefully at night because mama Susie/Rudy/Temi told them a good story and then their boyfriends can go tuck them in when I'm done. #pause. wow, I'm such a kind, selfless person. who doesn't want to be saved.

Is it Labor Day yet?