Wish I had named my blog this. The lyrics are just simply too perfect. Especially in describing my obsession with this season’s Prada.
And for the record, as my first grade teacher can attest, I’ve been obsessing over pop-art fruit way before Muiccia.
p dot s, Speaking of Annie L., singing Walking on Broken Glass, speeded through the desert, squeezed in the backseat of Booker’s car with Leigh Bee, M.B., Fat, and Ray– top five fav ME moments.