Mary and I were en route to getting boba on Sawtelle when we spotted a charming but empty bookstore/coffee house. No, it was not Borders. She found a heavy metal collector's doll, which was basically a big-ass Ken doll with voluminous and feathery hair wearing some leather get-up. I think I was mixing up my Forrest sisters here. Well, I did talk to all 3 of them yesterday.
Question of the day: join the rest of the group at Tropicana, or seek liberte' at Paris Las Vegas?
I called Jose this morning and he was hitting tennis balls against a wall. I asked him, "Where the hell are you? Why is there a horse carriage in the background?" So he neighed.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 11:11 AM
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