I don't remember why my mom calls people "cotton candy people".
whenever she's out and about, she comes back with people watching stories, never leaving out 'cotton candy'.
every night at don's there's cotton candy.
tonight, justin&i arrived and the two booths connected to ours were foreigners. we were playing apples to apples. they might've been thinking how wonderful it is to be American; we can just go have coffee and play board games all night.
it is...it's wonderful.