I cut my bangs last night and supposedly this makes me look younger. I am walkin' around the office today in a black dress and heels, and I'm listening to the Broken Flowers soundtrack, which has stuff on it like this:
Greenhornes, "There is an End"
Mulatu Astatqe, "Yekermo Sue"
Russian stuff is on my mind, and I've been secreting the occasional cigarette out of the Press in my bra.
The combination makes me feel a bit like a femme fatale. It's a good time.
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