January 2010
17 posts
it's all about the leggings and the stockings.
my primary winter wear.
I secretly always hoped that J.D. Salinger would...
one day in very old age, arms chock full of new novels he had written and had been saving up to show the world.
Then he would tell us all what secrets of human nature he had discovered during his thirty year silence.
Then probably die, because that is the way all good stories end.
I feel a bit cheated.
