At the mall today

Sam bought a buttload of clothes
and Mia looked very cute
and I purchased a sick
Owl Necklace
that my mom says she has.
But Get. This.
Flucking,
Letter to My Son
played in Charlotte Russe.
I have never heard that beautiful
beautiful song play
anywhere
but my bedroom.
I was excited beyond excess.
Also,
a small, Über Adorable boy
sat on a bench outside the window
from where we were seated in 99's
and sucked on a lollipop
and waved at us.
I
protectively flipped
because he wasn't with his parents
or a guardian or anyone older
or anything.
Mia, Sam and I decided
that if no one came to him
by the time we finished eating
and bitching about our waitress
that we'd
approach our prey
and ask him to be our friend and such.
(AND SO FORTH, ET CETERA, IN REGUARD TO..)
His mom came eventually.
This handsome little boy
waved at us
when he left.

A woman with greasy blonde hair
was on her cell phone
in a store
and said,
"Okay, okay, I GOTTA GO. I GOTTA. GO. OKAY, I'M SWEATY, BYE!"