Posted by: icagirl on: February 11, 2009
Sitting in a booth at a bear-themed restaurant, trying very hard to have an epiphany that would make Chapter 3 make sense, my nails freshly painted in a lovely shade of what appeared to be Lemon-Lime Gatorade, is where I found myself last night at approximately 5:30 p.m.
Searching for clarity, but finding none, I left [...]
