novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the controller he was one of those argumentative men, the kind who did not like you unless you agreed with him. (i never understand people like that, people who harp on personal preferences.) he criticized my use of fake sugar in my coffee, frowning and shaking his head. his jaw set, he stared straight at me as if i had offended him. i could almost see his thoughts: you stupid girl. the answer is obvious. obvious! i muttered something about cavities, and his brow lifted. he relented, stepping out of my way so that i could pass. (he literally blocked my path in order to confront me about sugar.) what is it about strangers? lately they have been inserting themselves into the most boring aspects of my little routine. am i more approachable, easier to critique, more vulnerable with my hair down? 10:17 am - 06.09.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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