That is until someone threw her in a box for god knows how long. I was lucky enough to find her in said box while on a recent trip to the rose bowl swap meet. I picked her up, dusted her off and paid for her. Now I've given her a chance to express her feelings, most of which i'm sure have been repressed for as long as she can remember. I don't repress my feelings. Never have, but still I can relate. Can you? See more here or here.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Posted by jen gotch at 7:21 AM