{via Hilary Walsh via Closet Visit}
Butter soft hoof boots with glitter on the stacked wood heel. I envy these like you can't believe & would wear them till they fell apart under me.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
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{via Hilary Walsh via Closet Visit}
Butter soft hoof boots with glitter on the stacked wood heel. I envy these like you can't believe & would wear them till they fell apart under me.
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Hey Lisa: can one of my old students contact you? She's great and lives in Portland and is interested in being more involved in poetry. Thanks, S
Shelly -- yes, absolutely! I'm out of town for a few more days, but when I get back I'd love to get a drink with her & do what I can!
L, yes. Help S.T.'s old student. In fact SAVE her. Tell Little Red Writing Hood to RUN AWAY; fast and far. Freakin' poetry. Reading Debt To Pleasure right now. What "prolix." What noise. What a thickly veneered joke. But still not as time-shredding as poetry. The boots are sizzling btw. Sick hot as a matter of fact. They look sino-nordic-- if that's a phylum or species or category or whatnot. Going back to bed. Goodnight.
PS do you know where the damn string cheese (with the little black seeds)? I got the brine olives. I hate this. She's tidied up and I can't FIND ANYTHING. Good Heavens, Miss Yamamoto, you're beautiful.... NOW I'm going to bed-- hungry
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