Wading in the Morass
Tuesday, March 31st, 2009Here’s the thing about my purse: there is not just one thing.
I could not sooner pull one item out of there then I could yank a rabbit out my ass. Stuff gets stuck together: socks intermingle with soy sauce packets, paperclips cling to handmade business cards by men (man) who ask(s) me out, and Starbuck’s [...]









