judypatricia

I came home tonight to cut thorns off pale yellow roses and shorten the stems of brighter yellow daisies. Briefly, I'll admit, it was nice pretending they were given to me by some wonderful man who probably doesn't exist, when really, the woman who works at the florist near my job sent some my way for nothing.

If I could ignore responsibilities until Wednesday, I'd like to be reading. With one of those huge, lovely pieces of strawberry shortcake from Junior's on a plate on my lap.

I'm curious if the type of girl who makes other chicks feel this big (small, in case you can't see the gesture) when they drop into cosmetic/lingerie stores, dread going into places like that themselves.