First of all, hi, I haven't posted in about five million years, but something happened yesterday that I thought was share-worthy. Got some mail from my grandmother. I opened it up and a little note fell out which said, "Hello Autumn, Please read this book. I love you and I worry about you. -Gram" I turned the book over and read the title. "The Gift of Fear, and other survival signals that protect us from violence" Wow. My grandmother gave me the gift of fear!

I am trying to limit my usage of unnecessary punctuation by actually writing it out so I am REALLY committed to each "exclamation point" I use (period) So (comma) didja like the pics I posted for you guys (question mark) I put a lot of thought into which ones to post (squiggly friendly tilde)(comma) especially all the gorgeous ones of John (EXCLAMATION POINT EXCLAMATION POINT EXCLAMATION POINT)

Yesterday I saw a garbage can on fire. It was a covered garbage can at a bus stop. I couldn't see the flames, but the outside was hot to the touch and there was smoke billowing out everywhere. I watched it for about 15 minutes, and nothing happened. People would come over and look at it curiously and continue walking. I wonder what the fate of a garbage can on fire in the US would be. I felt sad for the garbage can. It wasn't getting any of the usual attention that something on fire normally gets. It is a very sad and lonely existence, that of a flaming garbage can in Korea.

BALLS! It is hot as balls here right now. I thought the last two weeks of July were bad?