Tiny things you'll never remember.

Nobody ever talks about the little things. The dress that sits just so, the way you puff your cigarette. Not how you like your tea, smaller than that. What you think of your tea, that is small enough.

Here are some small things from my life;

I have a friendly lounge. Jolly and fat, like a too happy baker. The way a fat lady's bottom sags over a chair is the way it sits, sagging off itself. I think of telling it to lose a few pounds but I wouldn't want to sadden my jolly lounge. He is blue enough. Literally. And I dislike the colour blue, cerulean it is. Like an Oscar De La Renta gown from 2002. I like it more now, thinking of that, of Oscar.

Only I, and Adrian I suppose, know how to tend to this lounge. You see, he lets himself go every now and then. His cushions slide out from under our hides, his arms sag under the weight and his tum gets a little flat. We push him in, we plump him up and he smiles again. A too happy baker.

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I try to brush my teeth the way the dentist says. In circles. But can anyone really do that? It just doesn't seem practical. And it takes to long. Three minuets they say, is how long you should brush your teeth. Maybe that's how they go in circles, maybe they do it slowly. Have you ever tried to keep your hand still and move your head instead? That doesn't work either.

One time, I was very drunk and tried to brush my teeth. For some reason it seemed an important thing to do. I mostly brushed my face and boy did it hurt. No wonder that paste gets rid of...whatever it is we're all fighting, its nearing on toxic. That storey makes me smile.

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These are small things in my life. Small things.