
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Those southerners have all the fun.

Thursday, July 8, 2010
Edward Scissorhands and iphones don't mix
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Innocently waiting for the bus downtown, I was traumatized by what I first thought was a rerun of Tales from the cript, but in actually was a nail salon's window display. First, the size of the nails themselves (good god those things could poke your eye out), then the cobwebs between them. But worse than that was the thought that these people could get their hands on my iphone. With those fingernails?
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