hanoko
mint gum.
spear mint, i hate it.
mint mojito, i love it.
those mint gum cubes, in that container, my mom always has.
wrappers.
life savers. i hate those.
gummy life savers, i love.
mint gum.
i must have the specifics. if you wish to hear anything other than "uhhh..." you will ask me a specific question. not do you like flowers, but do you like chrysanthemums. not do you like music, but do you like florence and the machine. yes and yes. i want to know the date, time, place, and what will happen.
cheap. my clothes. my jewelry. my tissues. me.
some days i wish i wore more cheap.
and some days i wish i only wore betsey johnson and calvin klein.
she handed me a key-chain this morning, holding a usb drive full of music. a mini graduation cap hung at the end - i never understood those. graduating high school is not something to be extremely proud of, just something one must do. but she was someone who would miss high school forever. the day after her graduation party was probably depressing. mine was glorious.
i always wanted to be strong. somewhat in body, like a certain vampire slayer. i always try to carry the boxes myself. because isn't that what women are supposed to do now, if they can? or do i misinterpret? i mostly wanted to be strong in spirit and mind and love. i don't think i'm very good at it.
i thought that we would create a sort of lounge with the two coffee tables. instead we are high class, with our french and japanese magazines, our candles, our picture frames, our vintage tins, our tea cups. everything is cozy and it seems quite sweet. we can play cards on those tables if we like. the problem is we never do.