I left my sunglasses at home. In Cranford. I am en route to Boston. Which you know (if you know me at all) means I will be complaining about my photosensitivity for however long it takes me to get them back. Grumble grumble grumble.
I go by my initials.
I like ampersands and semicolons and libraries and notebooks and trains and bathtubs and photographs and Post-it notes and chin-ups and piggy backs and Saltines and skim milk and harmonicas and corduroys and steak and soup spoons and rain boots and headbands and sunglasses and tutus and, especially, knee socks.
Posts tagged drama queen
Nov27
