Friday, March 09, 2007
That's me in the corner, sipping on a cheap outdated drink (cosmopolitian: embarassingly out of date since Sex and the City) and feeling like the most boring person in the world. Would you come up to talk to me? No, of course you wouldn't, because your attention would be taken up by our loud bossy Cameroon/French/Darwinian president, or by the lemon-lime-and-bitters man who almost tatooed an outline of Iceland on his inner thigh.
I make a good wallflower. I don't even need that much watering.
I make a good wallflower. I don't even need that much watering.