I had a dream last night where I impulse bought a ToJ wool ma-1 because B!CD kept elbowing me in the ribs saying c'moooooon like Homer Simpson or something. All of this happened inside a store called Lolita Lolita, directly after a conversation with a lesbian life guru in which she convinced me that yes, it's okay to treat oneself every now and then while in the process of doing great work for the world. So fucking strange.
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8/30/13 at 8:02am