i went to a korean grocery store last night. it was small and interesting. i bought this morning glory writing set thing featuring babu, the bear/puppy/alien/other e.t. then i went to an indian grocery called namaste, which means hello in hindi, and bought some pav bhaji masala. it was pretty fun all things considered. i also saw an ad in the korean grocery for a place in the carmel arts distict that sells japanese-french style pastries. sounds awesome! i'll have to check it out. but for now, i've got to go imagine that i have a car.
- my name is katie and i'm 13 years old. if i was older, i wouldn't be here anymore. one of these days i'll get out. the adults say that i waste too much time. i might, but at least i go slowly enough to realize that starbucks isn't the maverick, that the speed limit isn't 150, and that theres a little girl in front of me at the supermarket. i like to think that the days when people drank tea and ate little biscuits really existed. those are lies but recreation of lies can be almost true. so i hope you can remember the times that never happened and unwind.