"believe you, me," i love looking at myself in the mirror. full-length mirrors are even better, so i can see the tall, handsome young man i've become. standing in front of that mirror one day, my friend asked me, "what do you see in him?!" i replied,
"i see india, i see providence, i see disillusionment"
then he goes, "funnyguy, i can never get a straight answer out of you"
"straight," that reminds me...ah, i'll hold off on sexual ridicule for now.
where's my golf clubs?
my beige iradescent lipstick?