so long february, so long thirty-[redacted]

oscars, books, all the skinny people

Last month, a new friend asked if I’d ever been punched in the face. In an attempt to be helpful, someone had ended up almost slamming a door in my face, resulting in my own ever-so-uncharitable (but not unjustified!) remark. Maybe because I’m short, I always assume I’m immune from eavesdroppers. From my limited height, everything I utter feels sotto vo…