Who, in order to cannily title her lame-ass blog, likes to bastardize famous literary passages in the style of a 10 year old naughty ADD boy named Duncan who stole Mommy's Sharpie from her crafting basket and defaced a nicely bound, tasteful volume of Joyce Carol Oates? That would be me.
I've designed myself a new bauble based on the fact that, last night as I was riding home on the subway I realized my heart is much like a grenade. So now I want a real grenade pin, miniaturized, which I will have gold-dipped in order to fashion a necklace out of. I'd love to have a small gold heart hung directly in the middle.
Gentleman caller(s)? Do make it so.
1 comment:
bitter's beautiful
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