Yesterday driving home, I saw a girl walking by on her way out of the
LACMA museum area…. She was kind of a soft-curve kind of shape, with a
big comfy sweater on, and a big long flouncy skirt, looking so carefree
compared to the rest of the nervous anorexic LA hottie types I see around.
She looked like a friend.
She was rummaging through her oversized shoulder bag and balancing her
cellphone under one shoulder. I could hear her conversation as I drove by at the usual crawl.
“I was at the couch. Look by the couch.” (rummage, rummage)
I just had to smile.
Ah, a girl after my own heart.
I really need to make some friends again.
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