In Which This Recording Calls Me A Witch in A Flowy Dress
Reluctance to buy electronics made after 1998? Check. Love of interpretive dance? Check. Writing poems about LA, talking to my Orchid named Henri, inability to match, a love for blue glass, a habit of eating quinoa in bed, a patience imbued talisman, and an uncanny knowledge for naturopathic cures? Check check check check forever. By the way the best Anthro salerack is the Beverly Hills one. It’s an entire room. Upstairs. Do you want me to do your astrological chart?
