... I decided that I deserve some too, so I made them, because I'm my own god, I guess? Or at least, I'm my own disorganized but somehow lovable sentient creature.
Hello, so here's what I'm reading, more or less. Are you on Goodreads? If you send me a friend request I'll friend you, as a verb. Then we'll be modern friends who can just stalk each other's reading lists but never, ever talk on the phone. It's pretty close to perfect.
Well look at this. It's Diane of Yimmeke Design showing off the market bag she made but also, surreptitiously perhaps, displaying her new Secret Lentil gothbonnet. GOTHBONNET.
I had purple hair and drove a ’67 Chevy Caprice I had glued things to and painted … and she wore black wings and drove her ostentatiously large shiny red pickup truck with her name emblazoned on the front! It only made sense that we’d meet up in her driveway and chat.
... he made up for it by mailing me fantastic Thurber-esque cartoons, some of which I didn't realize were also adult-esque until years later. (A well-endowed woman wearing pearls with the caption "Whose cellar door is good for sliding down? Mrs. Gotrocks, that's who!")
