That was the inside of a fortune cookie. You know, one of those pieces of paper we cant wait to get to, and trade , over a bottle of wine and cups of saki. And giggle and laugh and... who really cares. Not me. And I mean that in the most positive, sweet southern grrl kind of way.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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