Like so many other witless blonde consumers weakened by the sight and smell of Italian leather, I suffer from the financially debiliating and almost exclusively female disease known as shoe consumption. I find it nearly impossible to drive by a Shoe Pavilion Shoe Outlet without stopping, parking illegally if necessary, and diving head first into [...]
Whose idea was it to make mornings so early in the morning?
The Delgados: The Great Eastern
The Blind Assasin, Margaret Atwood
Swing dance with me in the middle of the street. In Glendale.
After I cover one wall in thick red paint, you bump into it with your big white ass. Twice.