The 12¢ Difference
Of course everything in the orderly little world I had created for myself between two drive-thru windows came crashing down when I opened up to take a look and inside was another Medium Fries.
Of course everything in the orderly little world I had created for myself between two drive-thru windows came crashing down when I opened up to take a look and inside was another Medium Fries.
Oh, she of the almost palindrome name and late of the idol market (November/December of her 2004 calendar remains on the bathroom wall, partly because I can't commit to ほしのあき, even after suffering through her traipsing around the office in 弁護士のくず) seems to be making somewhat of a comeback on the magazine covers:
—which of course, I haven't the least problem with.
…But Samsoon still gets to me, especially the part at the end where a sign at a bus stop teaches her the meaning of life:
춤추라, 아무도 바라보고 있지 않은 것처럼.
사랑하라, 한번도 상처받지 않은 것처럼.
노래하라, 아무도 듣고 있지 않은 것처럼.
일하라, 돈이 필요하지 않은 것처럼.
살라, 오늘이 마지막 날인 것처럼.