The Weekend
Though weekends have little meaning to me as a freelancer these days anyway, other than the symbolic “woohoo!” of Friday or the lazy drawl of a Sunday afternoon, they’re even more pointless while completely removed from life, however this glorious fog laden Saturday where I’ve woken up to another flat tire and a snowflaking nose have me feeling particularly special.
Just wanted to share. Kisses, hugs and Paris Hilton.
over.and.out.
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