I WANT MY BABY BACK, BABY BACK, RIBS?
BABYS GOT BACK.
COME BACK BABY.
Look what the cat dragged in...
Missing a few GIGGLETTES!
This one,
And this one.
But we're ok. Lara is sewing up a storm.
I am seeing cliff's ghost everywhere.
He is really here:
Were on lonely street.
Borrowed cardigans are like warm hugs. Free wine eases the mind.
Your too pricey.
We don't have diamonds on the soles of our shoes, but we have pennies in our pumps.
...Yet, bling bling...money ain't a thang... Did you hear, they do lay-away?!
You be X, I'll be O
XOXOXXOXOXOXOXXO
6 comments:
layaway on the you know what's is the best news for a po' girl intern i have ever heard!
heya homegirl...put that shit on layaway.
what we talking about? thirty bucks a pop-in to the shop?
i gotta go home looking like a big city gal.
why did i talk so slang-y like.
tv is killing my brain....puhleese lets go out soon.
There was a time when all great women's comments were signed anonymous. "Art" you modern lady, you taught me that, take some cred.
You derserve it you witty poster, you.
wow biz. i taught you well.
i love you.
now please it's my flippin' day off. let's lay on the floor smoke, eat and watch funny movies. cus i know getting you to leave is gonna be like pulling teeth right now with a big ol' night ahead of us.
uh-huh aaaaaalright.
it went from hanging out to phone calls to texting to blog comments...
what's next?
flash light signals from our respective windows across bloor st. indicating if today's a good day to talk as a form of communicating?
blog looks mad lovely. miss you guys!
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