Now All I Need Is a Butler To Carry My Cards On a Silver Platter
Monday, June 1st, 2009About a month ago, I was waiting for the train on my way to dinner. I was all decked out in clothes that usually molder in the back of my closet – green silk dress, high heels, and black gunk on my eyes. Tip to any San Franciscans who want to get hit on: Wear [...]