She kept talking as if shopping was an everyday thing.
I just sat there half listening, half trying to drown out her noise, while wistfully wishing I had the same privileges as she. There must be a certain sense of freedom in being able to get whatever you want. Limitations are not as visible for some people as they are for others. Secretly, i envied her. She looked sophisticated, full of herself, pretty and bubbly in a way that irritates u in the long run, but bubbly nonetheless. Eventually, I drowned out her noise. There's no sense wanting to be her when I am just me.
-May 7, 2009
2:00pm, Bo's Coffee Club
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