Three Days After

February 27, 2009

Dyed my hair, met a million and one people. The only one I can remember is my mother’s “best friend”, this whimsical, ethereal old lady who ate lunch with three kinds of lipstick next to her tray. She had a green, cabbage like clip in her hair.

I bought new pajama pants. They’re plaid. And red.

I talked to Sarah. (:

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