ralph lauren shorts, secondhand lace blouse and vest, old trench coat
i woke up from a dream this morning at around seven a.m. (i'd like to clarify that i rarely ever dream) and in this strange dream, there was something i cannot remember along with both annie hall and cary grant. and a sea of blood, and a creepy, sweaty guy, and a dark pantry full of expanding meats. it might just be a result of my watching the movie Parents at midnight, but who knows? tonight at dinner, think about this: where did your meal come from and are your parents cannibals?