On the plane from philly I slept wrapped up in my cardigan, legs rolling off the seat, clutching Patty Smith's memoirs to my chest akin to a security blanket... The stewardess said " Oh my you are so tiny" and the girl in the row of seats in front of mine turned to me and said "lets cross our fingers that we get these rows to ourselves!!" she asked me questions about my trip and commented naturally as if we were traveling sisters... and then this blonde woman with a serious bun sat next to her and she turned to her and repeated all her questions and comments and gasps to the woman..
I felt discarded and amused.... who was this oranged hair small talk slut?
the fog on top of the hills looks like whipped cream...
I took this photo at the flea market in paris..
I should also mention that having a stuffy nose is the sex. thats really a look i plan on exploiting...
No.
RépondreSupprimerNo, not very "Suicide Girls". ;)
RépondreSupprimerI tried it, that look with the sneezer-chiefs. Winter had me sicker than a rat out of sewer, so there was plenty of chances. Ultimately what stopped it from becoming a regular in my small closet, was the lack of nose skin left on me. ...sorry for my grossness.
RépondreSupprimerHa, ha. I'm taking antibiotics right now. Yuck. No booze until the antis are gone! :(
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