Friday, February 15, 2008

a note: m

I loved the way you wore overalls with scarves and it didn't look weird because you wore it. When you were happy, you did this dance, something between a shuffle and a soft-shoe. You laughed at me because I pronounced the name of a Spanish movie wrong, even though I don't speak Spanish. Your eyes were the bluest I've ever seen.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

a note: c.shipstead

It always miffed me that even though you tried to act like you were 18 and cool, you tried to identify with me as though I was 50 - even though I was 18. Your house was filled with all these amazing knick-knacks and you made sweet tea with 11 different tea bags. You called it Magic Tea and I think you wished it was, because maybe then you could justify acting like a teenager. Your need for youth made me sad for you. I hope you found what you were looking for.