La gringa chilena

If you saw us through the window, I don't think you'd recognize us. If anything, I think we'd just look like two people holding Blizzards upside down, spoons in hand, readily waiting to see if they’d ever fall or if they could withstand the urge to drip.   I don’t really know how we got here or where here is exactly. I just know were are somewhere in Colorado for the fact that you can see the outline of its mountains as the sun goes down. I’d go as far as to call us tourists but there isn’t anything else worth seeing. The only attraction seems to be the Diary Queen’s neon lights that shine through our blinds. It’s not necessarily inviting but tonight it’s my treat. I put on my new dress so that he can see me, see just how the maroon falls, hugging all the right places.   The humidity makes the thin fabric stick to me as we run out into the road. The cars keep driving and you take my hand. For a minute it feels like everything is how it should have always been....

Did you know that if you look up the title of this entry, Google will only take .44 seconds to show you that only two results appear? Well maybe now it's three. The other day at work they were talking about this app where you can make up diseases and see how many people they take out. Morbid, yes, totally, but it seemed to be marketed more towards the middle school age. The girl who mentioned it said that her 15 year old brother had made up a disease he brilliantly called "Math." It's still killing, if you can believe it. I think that if I had to make up a disease, not being a 13 year old middle school boy, but a 22 year old girl who eats a lot of barbecue chips, I would name it constellationitus. You'd think I'd be immune to it, due to the fact that I can't ever spot constellations in the sky. To me it all just looks like a beautiful jumble of stars, all perfectly mixed together, not pointing in a certain direction or forming any shape. They're almo...