This man and his very stylish jacket walked past me last week when I was taking pictures with my rudimentary pinhole camera. I wished that the jacket had been a dress, I would have said, "Nice frock, cuz."
I’m waiting for the slow Harrison sisters to shower. They’re in from Cincinnati, specifically for game night, because they know that game night is where it be. I think we’re going to get some Ethiopian cuisine for lunch, which is kind of ironic that I’d choose to go somewhere that outlaws utensils after devoting an entire entry to messy food and the many ways I hate it. That’s me: a multi-faceted gem of contradictions.