Two Tidbits.

1. Boothlife will be reduced to two days a week every other week. The stares, the "You bitch!"(-es), the stream of empty faces and blank stares, the forced smiles, the unwanted attention, the lonely taxi-drivers who think that standing as often and close to the window as possible makes you their pretend-girlfreind, the lonely-everyone-elses, the loonies and the hours have finally gotten to me. Bon Jour, Au revoir, and thank you for the fishy stuff.

2.Andreas. Whose love makes me want to learn to walk pretty.



The love just never stops oozing.