dream a little dream
yay, rejoice, peoples, GREY’S IS BACK!
get off my back, i love Grey’s and you can’t stop me.
this afternoon i was on an escalator in the mother ship (ie Bourke St Mall)
when i turned around to find a girl peering excitedly at me
like i was an alien of some sort.
i smiled at her
(as i am wont to do here in Australia, smile at strangers, yes)
and she says:
i love your bag
i smile again,
because i’ve done the same thing
what kind of name is that?
i’ve always wanted to ask you
i am not looking forward to this coming week,
because after this week,
things will change.
i cannot remember what you look like.
that makes me sad,
because i want to remember,