Lick & stick
Lick & Stick
Earlier today, I was confessing a secret fantasy of mine to a coworker. No nothing kinky. But embarrassing none the less. When I was a little girl, I hoped one day to be famous. So famous in fact that painters would fly in from italy to paint my toes. So famous that a cast of my face would be put in the Smithsonian. So ridiculously beloved by the world, that I would reach the pinnacle of fame that I, Ms. Min Jung Kim, would have her very own postage stamp. (It would be cooler than abba’s)
Not just a collectors item, the Min Jung stamp would be used internationally to allow my grandeur to hit all shores. I could delight in the notion that presidents, prime ministers, famous actors, brilliant scientists, talented writers, professionals, millionaires, etc… could see my face daily in their mail, if not lick and stick it on an envelope directly. I’d bear with my stamp love letters, murder confessions, precious manuscripts, and photos of delicate memories. I’d be so beloved that instead of the regular postmark, a discreet smooch stamp would be used instead. It would be stamped on my left cheek.
All proceeds to go to the Min Jung research facility in random acts of whimsy.
My stamp would never be used for bills, for solicitations, or for insincere written dialogue. But only for the purest expressions of humanity in all it’s hideous and gorgeous glory.
Ahh… and then
I turned 9.
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