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Tree Fossil with Opal Rings

I didn’t know the kid that well and I didn’t have any classes with him so I never really talked to him that much. I knew his name. His name was Kevin. Sometimes I’d see him at parties on the weekends. He still had his baby bottle. He would fill it with beer and rum.

He dated my sister’s friend, Emily, for a little while. I had known Emily for a long time. She had been a friend of my sister’s since they were five or six. They were really good friends. She spent a lot of time at our house for sleepovers and stuff. Sometimes she would pee the bed, but I never made fun of her for it. I think most older brothers would have loved the opportunity to make fun of their sister’s friend for peeing the bed and I think she really appreciated that I never mentioned it even though I definitely knew about it because after the sixth or seventh time, my parents started paying me to clean everything up instead of having to do it themselves.

I asked Emily why Kevin only ever drank out of a baby bottle and she said that she didn’t know. They had only been dating for a very short time at that point and she didn’t want to bring it up and offend him or anything. I asked her to tell me if she ever found out. They broke up right after that and I kind of forgot about it because Kevin stopped going to school. I don’t know if he transferred or dropped out, but I never saw him at lunch or any parties after that.

I hadn’t thought about him in a long time, but Emily happened to mention him while she was over at our house recently and I immediately remembered the baby bottle thing.

“Did you ever find out why he drank out of that bottle?” I asked.

soundrown // listen to various calming sounds

isay // sign up and confirm email & take quizzes to earn $100 of rewards online

colorpicker // helps you choose #hex colours (i use this a lot for html and it’s super helpful!)

rhymezone // type in a word and find words that rhyme

onelook // reverse dictionary

letterboxd // organize the movies you’ve watched, loved and plan on watching

tags.goose // mass tumblr tag replacer

hemingwayapp // check your essay for readability

thesaurus // find synonyms, antonyms and more

planetebook & gutenberg // free ebooks

duolingo // learn languages for free

coursera // free online courses

realtimeboard // a virtual pinboard

dafont & googlefonts // places to find lots of fonts

recitethis // turn a quote into a masterpiece

pianotte & imslp // free piano sheet music

tunefind // find songs used in movies and tv shows

tothebestof // listen to the top 10 songs of any band or musical artist

omgcatz // download 8tracks playlists

wordmark // helps you decide on fonts from your computer

iemoji // copy+paste tool for ios emojis on browsers

simpledesktops & subtlepatterns // simple desktop backgrounds

fount // identify fonts on websites

wigflip // pixel speech bubble generator

myfridgefood // check what stuff you have in your fridge and get some recipe ideas

Let me tell you about my night.

I went to do my daughter’s hair (condition, comb, curl, etc). It’s a regular thing and when we went to do it she said “I’m not happy with this anymore”. I asked her why and she said she was done being a girl. She hated it, and wasn’t happy. She then asked me if she could get some new clothes, boy clothes. We talked and discussed why she wanted this and what made her decide this. She said she doesn’t like girl stuff. She likes motorcycles, monster trucks, superheroes and football. So you know what we did? She and I cut her butt-length hair and went shopping. $60 later and she has a slew of new “boy” outfits. 

When I asked her if she was prepared to face the kids at school that will make fun of her because they don’t understand she said “Yeah, I will tell them that I’m happy and their opinion doesn’t matter to me”.