The Rebirth of Textual Narcissism
Ask me about inconsequential shit.
Ask me about inconsequential shit.
I keep racking up parking tickets because there are no clear signs posted about the time meters are in effect.
This is obviously a ploy by the city of Long Beach (and the rest of the metered parking world) to keep me a miserable pauper shopping at Goodwill.
Not that it is bad to shop at Goodwill. I did find a Barneys co-op dress there for 5 dollars today. At least I’ll be a stylish pauper.
