“Buy me a drink/ sing me a song/ take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long.”
–Tom Petty, Mary Jane’s Last Dance
Of course I bought shit to wear in Paris. Jeez, Mom.
This one’s for dinner, because I hear they have that in France:
Then this one’s for New Years’ Eve. Except it fits me better. And my shoes are sluttier:
Now here’s a question for my readers: HOW DO I PACK THESE?
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