looking in and looking out
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the boy's got big feet…
heh. yeah. love those shitkickers. got em in a secondhand shop in our first week or two. funny/sad thing is, his personal flair is emerging more and more (most recent addition: pinky ring), while I seem to be nothing but sweatpantsed and cattywampus hair in his presence. now, I know this is largely attributable to the apartment tango, not having my stuff right handy, etcetera, but thinking I might like to pull my own look a bit more together. ;)
I love that I know this space, those things. I hope I get to know the new King-O-the-Chair sometime, too (I always remember that chair with Iggy on it :P).
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