My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Wasabi
My friend goes by Wasabi, through me at least. I asked her if she wanted to and she said yes. I don't think I've referred to her formally since. My other friend goes by Mouse, according to everyone, and I hold myself accountable - although it was an easy miracle, she's short and the common nickname for her proper title is Mickey. Alas, I am no nickname genius. I describe what I see, animate and otherwise, and occasionally I forget that my thought are only words and there are actual people hiding beside them. I miss my good friends S and M, but I don't get discouraged because I've met some great new people that walk, talk and are duplicates of real people but have a sprinkle of mere there, a bond. Same reason some know me as Chloster, ChloMo, Chlobear, Cookie. Bond, brand, duplicate - we all have too many dopplegangers to count.
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