parents
If you arrived on this page after being handed the above by a total stranger:
congratulations--you just met one of my parents.
And welcome to the League, where business cards ordered ironically and meant to stay on one's desk as a self-taunting reminder of one's peculiar life choices occasionally get distributed by one's progenitors to hapless passersby.
Anyway, thanks for playing along. If eclectic posts at unpredictable intervals are your thing, you're totally in the right place.
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Oh, mom.
literally thought a stranger's toddler had been sending me gibberish texts for past 2 days. turns out, my mom got a new phone. #truestory
— League of LostCauses (@TheLeagueOfLC) December 18, 20132012: My mom attempts her first text message. I am too baffled to respond.
A year passes.
2013: My mom tries to tell a cousin: "We are here." Instead, this happens.
2014: ?
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Maybe this will be the year you finally figure it out.
Though the part of me that loves laughing hysterically kind of hopes you never do.
(IMPORTANT UPDATE HERE)
When I was eight years old, my family lived in rural Italy for a year.
An entire YEAR.
My mom's journal must've been over 1,000 pages by the end.
According to mine, though, only three things happened.
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ORIGINAL MAGAZINES POST HERE
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(belatedly)
Here's hoping they were full of wretched excess.
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