small

in fifth grade, my friend laura would drive me home from student council. laura was obsessed with sailor moon and would order vegetarian supreme pizza then proceed to pick off all the toppings.

her mom, who loved those interesting wholesome body cleaning techniques like getting wrapped head to toe in exotic seaweed and was devoted to those huge gemstones that have magical healing power, would play the same cassette tape each time she picked us up from an after-school student council meeting.

i think that the artist name was chocolate or somethang like that; laura's favorite song had a chorus that would repeat itself over and over and oveeerrrrrr about being a small girl in a big world.


lately, i've been feeling pretty small; there are some nuances in feeling like that. i know that this sort has been beaten over head by writers, musicians, patients of therapists, etc. time and time again.

although, the feeling can be truly superb...