thankful
thanksgiving happened in japan. my roommate sarah is betty crocker (she seriously wore a neck scarf and high heels to dinner) and i was her helper. we had twelve stomachs to feed and did so with gusto, i believe. they don't have thanksgiving shortcuts here like boxed stuffing or canned pumpkin. we made things from scratch--mashed pumpkin by hand, even. the pilgrims would be proud.
at karaoke that night, i sang petula clark's "downtown" while choking back tears related to missing my sister and our record player where i first heard that song.
yesterday i ate octopus and, finding it delicious, realized i've changed.
posted by elle elle @ 6:59 PM
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It is true i miss you all the time, but i knew i missed you most the first time that it snowed and i was walking by myself east on a lonely and peaceful gorham street. and everything glowed orange.
Man. if i could only wear high heels...
but actually... I don't want to. So never mind.
i saw you wearing high heels this morning, they were mesh?
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