02.05.07 :: 9:17 am

this morning, the crazy Andy Warhol lady passed me on the street in front of our coffee place and complimented my hat.

Of course, what does that say about me that I share the same taste as a crazy person?

It's 8 degrees in New York today. There is no looking cute when you're swathed in 52 layers of wool and thermal.

California is looking more and more like a beautiful, twinkling fantasy in my mind.
Get me outta here.

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