December 2007
1 post
my very strange day
so i’m taking oliver for a walk down vermont avenue for coffee and sunshine. a fortune teller dude stops me to tell me i think too much and that’s why i don’t have a boyfriend. at first i was sure he said that i drink too much and thought, “damn, he’s really good.” but no, it was think. he writes something down and puts in in my hand. then he asks me how old i...
