There's a stack of magazines THIS BIG I need to go through - evidence that I don't know exactly where my time goes, but that there are some Dominoes and Dwells and Sunsets and Budget Travels reminding me it isn't spent on them. Boo.
Have you ever met a real Wicked Witch? I did, yesterday. Her teeth were gray and snaggled. She burned a hole in my heart with her words. This is the aftermath of yesterday: I will never be the same.
2 comments:
my chinese mafia has taken care of said wicked witch. i believe there are some ruby slippers you'll need to pick up.
i do believe in spooks.
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