i like the smell of plastic.
that's why i used to chew on barbie legs.

i always thought bigbird knew something we didn't. like what the back of the flats on sesame street look like.

and speaking of children's programming, what the fuck was that mr. rodgers make believe land? lady elaine was the single most frightening apple head doll i've ever seen. i used to have nightmares of her chasing me around. that little horror aside, i wonder. i just wonder.

i don't like watermelons. i don't trust anything that dissolves that quickly in my mouth. simple carbohydrates do that. you will never catch me sucking on a piece of wonder bread. it's just wrong.

i like reading poetry. i'm a poetry nut. i read it everyday. there's just something so effecient about it. a novelist takes a book to explore a little thought. poets seem to condense big thoughts into savory little pieces. give me something i can chew on. but that's a blog for a different day.

there was this store called ben franklin in downtown kent that sold charms for charm bracelets in 1985. all the smells of my childhood can be wrapped up in the way that store smelt. PLASTIC.

we children of the 80's think of christmas and smell plastic.

it's true, isn't it? those he-man dolls, hello kitty stickers, cabbage patch kids, lunch boxes, poochie, star wars toys, smurf figurines, trapper keepers, keds, water bracelets, scratch and sniff stickers, puffy glittery stickers. Plasticky goodness. i fucking loved it. i chewed on barbie legs cause that smell just tasted so good.

it was only a generation or two ago that people thought of christmas and smelt, i dunno, things like holly and mistletoe, and apple cider, and fir trees, and basically natural scents. these ancestors of ours did really fruity things, you know. what's up with that popcorn string and bobbing for apples crap? come on, that stuff HAD to be corny even back then. give me a stocking full of nuts please. oh, and an ORANGE. those are so exotic. i can trade them with my school chums and be the most popular girl in class!

i'm sorry, but i LOVE the age i grew up in. i love that magical rainbow bright shit. i loved watching cartoons and jumping on a pogo ball. i loved a stocking on christmas that closely resembed a trick or treat bag.

god help us all. he live in a chewy rubbery wonderful world. let's chew on it a little more.

a very manifactured good day to you all,
erica.