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It was going to be a perfect Saturday. The farmers market and the weather ruled. My outfit ruled. Then I fell off my bike, oh yeah, I did! But then the Jim Jarmusch movie sucked...I'm so sick of Bill Murray's Droopy Dog mug. The first time it was novel, funny guy plays sad sack, but now it's just boring.
The next movie (The Aristocrats!) was better, and I shopped for girlie things, that was fun.
Yeah. So then Eric and I biked home in total darkness. 10 miles. Fucking horrific.
But I'm home. And clearly, not very verbose.
Soothing the nerves with knitting and wine,
CR
The next movie (The Aristocrats!) was better, and I shopped for girlie things, that was fun.
Yeah. So then Eric and I biked home in total darkness. 10 miles. Fucking horrific.
But I'm home. And clearly, not very verbose.
Soothing the nerves with knitting and wine,
CR