What To Do When Nobody Cares About You. (Tip: Do Not Punch The Mailman.)
Last week, I predicted that while I was in Buenos Aires, I’d either fall hopelessly in love with an Argentine, or get totally pissed off because I didn’t. So far, the latter has been true. But don’t worry, I’m not slinging sauerkraut yet. There might have also been a suspiciously large sausage sandwich involved. [Insert token off-color joke here.] As well as the purchase of possibly the world’s sexiest vintage purse ever. It’s got red lipstick stains on the inside
Aug 27, 2012