happy crash

I bought this glass, and its three siblings, when I was 20. I think I've hated them since I was 22. Orange juice and chocolate milk in blue glasses looks gross. The clearness of water and the whiteness of milk are lost. Someday, when I have nothing better to do, I will crash the other three, and the six small blue plates and the six large blue plates. I will crash them all. And they will look so cool all broken. Maybe I can find some way to reuse the glass. Maybe I'll make a mobile to put in the window.

In the top picture, you can see an extremely tiny me, in an orange shirt, reflected in the faucet, I just noticed.

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