Oct 12, 2005 17:50
My bike has been behaving more badly than usual lately. Presumably
it is only acting out for the attention. I hope it is not depressed.
Also, I am becoming increasingly frustrated with this thing we are
calling "fashion" that is seeming more and more an exercise in lack
of taste or discretion. I am needing a dress form now, more than ever,
or maybe just an enormous trust fund. Any of these things can be sent
to 210 East State Street, Apartment 20, with love and squalor.
It is currently 6:01 PM EST. If you are reading this within the next
30 minutes, present yourself at the aforementioned address bearing jam.
I am making biscuits.