Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Seen waiting for the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m. 

Natalia wore the square glasses to look smarter, but she bleached her hair beachy blonde to appeal to men. She wore the breezy polka-dot dress to be playful, but she covered it with a plain black cardigan to seem responsible. She slouched to convey a fashionable apathy, but she tensed the muscles in her legs and feet, ready to jump on the train. Identity was never Natalia’s strength. 

A short one today. Tonight: deep dish pizza with my French couchsurfer. I'm excited, but I seriously need to find some time to work out.

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