19 June 2012
Imaginary friends don't help you zip your dress up, so it takes a little time, leaving the house for the taxi, in a dress skin-tight.
The mall doesn't open till 10 am, so it's half an hour, smoking menthol cigarettes, all dry because the cab took all your cash, and the shops outdoor don't happen to work with a POS device.
The doors are open, first stop is the confectionery store, that twiggy dark salesguy thinks his love has a response.
A new cake pan, some silicone oven mittens, your mind already racing towards iPhone covers. Apple Store *Genius*, his eyes wide open, smile to the ears, 'We got some new earphone jacks in store miss!'
That little plug wormie was way too cute, doesn't matter the sweets on your phone will appear wormy.
The girl at Lush is just lovely, did I really need the third bubble bath thingy? It's alright, as long as the nervy groceries lady has my Cafe de Paris champagne. Don't you know no bubble bath is complete without pink bubbles overflowing your glass, all sparkly?
'Oh 'Manson' I'm thirsty!' I need some Nonfat FrappyCap Chai.. 'Without cream again Ms. Toprakcı?' Hearing the usual yes, 'A Tall Nonfat Chai Tea Frappucino make sure milk is skim, it's for Ceren you see!'
My heels starting to get a bit draggy, It's time for mall-bus to home apparently.
The Mall • Opuss № I