04 April 2008
8 is oline as grown up as she thinks she is?
yesterday there was this woman on the train. blond, mid-twenties, cute boots, ginormous purple plastic earrings. she was presumably heading home from a long wednesday at work. and she was standing there reading a book. a book that, even at a distance of 40 feet, from somewhere in the recesses of my teenage mind i could identify as sweet valley high #5, all night long. and for the first time, the meaning of that title- not to mention the sheer skeeziness of that dude's mustache- hit me.