In honor of the much maligned transit strike, I'm going to tell another sad story:
Since the first bookswap I had in NYC there has been one book that's stuck around, mysteriously never making it into the freecycle bag. I give you Blended Beauty.
Oh Philip B., let's eat our Orange-Coconut Body Moisturizer together! But when I leave you for David B., don't cry, just have a bowl of Herbal Carrot Blemish Treatment and start the first day of the rest of your life.
Seriously, David B., je t'aime! Call me!
2 comments:
haha, i totally look at that book, every time.
Everyone does. It's the matte black cover- everyone thinks there might be some naked titties in there, but it's only fruit and grains my friends...
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