Day Ten

I wore my Wrangler tee today. People were surprised. But you never wear t-shirts! They said.

This afternoon I bought another one. I was strolling around Centrepoint with Jenny. The shirt was cheap, but the catch was that the only size left was 12. That's ok, Jenny said. You can wear it loose. Loose, I said. Really. It reminds me of a Sass & Bide top, she added. Well, when you put it that way ...

I bought it. It hangs off me like a poncho, but like, I'm wearing it like, loose. Like.

I usually avoid shopping at GP because their kooky labels are poor in quality and ridiculous in price. But hungry for more tees, I took a look around today and found a pair of Tsubi or Ksubi or whatever jeans for $150. High-fived myself.

It's no longer possible for me to caught within ten metres of Starbucks without a hot chocolate in my hand. This afternoon I bumped into my best friend from year 7, of all people. Only last week I bumped into my bestie from year 6. Ex-BFF fest.

Her name's Vivienne. She once made fun of me for eating a pastry that in her opinion looked like a penis. That's about all I remember of her.

She was at Starbucks today with her boyfriend. She looked different. Older. He was dark. Even darker than my boy. If that's even possible. We stood around awkwardly and I could nearly hear their brains ticking down the seconds until their coffee is served and they could leave.