My Journal
I'm now reading my journal notebook NO. 30, from 1993, summer. I was doing some writing and trying to be more descriptive of characters. I spent some time with my daughter in a mall. In the evening, I wrote about people I had seen. This paragraph made me laugh.
"Another young woman walked into the pet shop. She was stuffed into a very tight, skimpy, white outfit. Bare legs, bare shoulders, funny looking square heels. I didn't see her well, but she looked miserable, like she could make an impromptu speech and tell the world what a suasage must feel like. And, everyone would listen, because you could easily tell that she really knows!"
It does bring a funny picture to my mind, even though I don't remember this specific woman.
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