the thing about
curepants is that she's disciplined + industrious, so every time i talk to her she's agonizing over bunny-explosions or her fingers are bleeding from stitching lots of vaguely neurotic-looking plush bunnies to hang on walls or i don't know.
spirited away with strange new american voices. tried to look a little disagreeable at the back of the theater, but either my rhinestone tie or her sour-apple lolly weren't menacing enough, somehow.
by dinner we were deep ending:
5: there's a japanese girl in her painting class who's been working these...oddly-shaped one-cell looking creatues into her pieces
5: everyone thinks they look sort of...swimmy + odd.
5: so they ask her
5: + she says they're aliens
5: stacey's teacher has some background in japanese culture, + asked if they were a certain type of spirit...
5: a ghost...
5: sort of what separates yr socks in the wash, over there.
5: they blame ordinary mysterious things on alien-ghosts all the time.
5: she said yes, that's it!
5: she was trying to explain it to the class, the girl was, + she said ,you know...
5: when i see fried chicken on the street, i think alien put there.
R: ...
5: WHEN I SEE FRIED CHICKEN ON THE STREET, I THINK ALIEN PUT THERE
R: ...
not being the type who can get thru dinner without a pen,
i asked her to draw one for me