That Was Now, This Is Zen
The Boyfriend and Porkchop (check my myspace account, links are a bitch to create on my psp) spent the day moving most of our belongings to the new abode.
Last night, while going through some old photos taken from my stint in Chicago, The Boyfriend held one up and asked, "What happened to THIS Frankie?" I smiled and reminded him that snakeskin pants just don't fly in this town.
I'll be wearing them again; and soon enough.
Last night, while going through some old photos taken from my stint in Chicago, The Boyfriend held one up and asked, "What happened to THIS Frankie?" I smiled and reminded him that snakeskin pants just don't fly in this town.
I'll be wearing them again; and soon enough.
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