good taste?

[pentacruz]

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jealousy swoon

[mercureal]

such hair. who could resist?

i have to tell somebody:

[mercureal]

last night i dreamed that your friend-boss becca worked at a sort of asylum-thinktank, and that while she and the frightening head of the operation liked me everyone else sort of tolerated me while i kept blundering about the place trying to find the jacket i put down or my way back to the exit. i'm already losing it, but one of the last people i met was a surly pale little girl who demanded i shut the doors tightly behind me because she kept so many gimpy antisocial dogs, and who came upon me trying to take a cell phone picture of the snack she had left half-eaten on her counter, which was like a sardine can, but contained TINY HAIRLESS HAMSTERS IN CHEESE.