file under: weird.
Two occurances, two days in a row:
1. A lady flagged me down on the street yesterday (or rather yelled at me) to ask about my boots and where I got them. I told her Newport News ($20, circa 2005 and unfortunately they are not currently in stock) and she immediately knew of what mail order I was talking about. "I love Newport News!" Then proceeded to point at me up and down, saying she liked everything I was wearing and that it was "working for [me]."
2. In Dunkin' Donuts this morning another frazzled lady told me she liked my faux missoni sweater; that I looked very "fall" and that I was "perfect."
I'm sure this will never happen again in my lifetime.
PS: School is totally mind-blowing. Like super intense I haven't really been this happy save for a couple of instances EVER. I'm starting on a lacey table cloth screenprint tomorrow.
posted by Breanne @ 7:12 PM
2 Comments:
You see, no strange people in Texas would ever appreciate your wonderfulness that way. We sure miss you, but it's clear to me that you're now in your proper context. And it's about. fucking. time. You ARE perfect!
You're so sweet.
But seriously. If only I were perfect and then I wouldn't have to highlight every other word in my readings to remind me that I need to look them up.
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