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I am going to name five things I love, and ten reasons for loving them.
Edith Piaf.
Her music is sweet. [Not like SWEEEET! But.. :) kind of sweet.]
She has the kind of French accent I adore.
She sang with Charles Aznavour.
She was beautiful.
She reminds me of my grandmother [or viceversa.]
She was French.
Her mother didn't want her.
She performed with her circus dad.
In all her pictures, she looks sad.
Her grandmother's name was Aïcha.
Decorating things.
It's fun.
It keeps me occupied.
People think you are neat if you show them things you've decorated.
It's pleasant to look at the end result.
Sparkles get everywhere.
It makes a mess.
It makes me feel like a little kid.
It looks nice/neat/weird.
It makes life interesting.
It adds a certain.. je ne sais quoi.
Yurolissa.
She's nice.
She tells me she loves me.
She sends me text messages.
She takes naps.
She draws me things.
She's amaaaazing.
She has a nice voice and should sing me more songs.
She is so pretty.
She loves boys as much as I do.
She gets me.
Raspberry Sorbet.
It's cold.
It makes me cold.
It tastes so good.
It's not hard, even when it's frozen.
It makes me like raspberries.
It sends shivers down my spine.
It doesn't smell like raspberries.
It doesn't freeze my teeth.
It cures my sugar cravings.
It's not pronounced the way it's spelled.
Closing shifts.
I don't have to be on till 10.
I don't start til 4:45 or later.
I get to slack off.
I get to read magazines while I'm supposed to be working.
I get to make fun of people who are stoned.
I usually get to work the express line.
I bag my own groceries.
I can tell people that they can't have carryout because we have no COURTESY CLERKS. And that they should push their own cart to their car.
I can help Lacee clean up if she is closing too.
Customers love me.
Edith Piaf.
Her music is sweet. [Not like SWEEEET! But.. :) kind of sweet.]
She has the kind of French accent I adore.
She sang with Charles Aznavour.
She was beautiful.
She reminds me of my grandmother [or viceversa.]
She was French.
Her mother didn't want her.
She performed with her circus dad.
In all her pictures, she looks sad.
Her grandmother's name was Aïcha.
Decorating things.
It's fun.
It keeps me occupied.
People think you are neat if you show them things you've decorated.
It's pleasant to look at the end result.
Sparkles get everywhere.
It makes a mess.
It makes me feel like a little kid.
It looks nice/neat/weird.
It makes life interesting.
It adds a certain.. je ne sais quoi.
Yurolissa.
She's nice.
She tells me she loves me.
She sends me text messages.
She takes naps.
She draws me things.
She's amaaaazing.
She has a nice voice and should sing me more songs.
She is so pretty.
She loves boys as much as I do.
She gets me.
Raspberry Sorbet.
It's cold.
It makes me cold.
It tastes so good.
It's not hard, even when it's frozen.
It makes me like raspberries.
It sends shivers down my spine.
It doesn't smell like raspberries.
It doesn't freeze my teeth.
It cures my sugar cravings.
It's not pronounced the way it's spelled.
Closing shifts.
I don't have to be on till 10.
I don't start til 4:45 or later.
I get to slack off.
I get to read magazines while I'm supposed to be working.
I get to make fun of people who are stoned.
I usually get to work the express line.
I bag my own groceries.
I can tell people that they can't have carryout because we have no COURTESY CLERKS. And that they should push their own cart to their car.
I can help Lacee clean up if she is closing too.
Customers love me.