friends throw their cents:
"charming like a serial killer."
"basement-dwelling girl next door."
"wait. aren't you a lesbian?"
places i'm from: dallas, tx; queens, ny; bayou la batre, al; miami, fl; nashville, tn. i've settled in san francisco for the time being and have developed an addiction to steamed buns, lotus filling. (just found out: lotus is psychoactive. thank you, knowledgable members of okc.)
having an intellectual rapport with you is important, but it's your soul-stuff that gets me. also, can you make me laugh?