whitepigeon's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- offshore banking Here in Burbank, the rain never comes at you sideways. The worst trash I ever saw was an eggshell cupped by an orange rind, although it was in a gutter. The butter is paler than you'd expect, and it can take some getting used to. The air is infused with a glacé trace of damp Trader Joe's paper bag and Andy Garcia's aftershave (I think it features bay rum). When parking in front of a home, it is customary to leave a curb-gift; a pilfered lemon, a nickel, or a small, non-occult accumulation of sticks will suffice. You can hide in the circular racks of the Burlington Coat Factory, but be aware that few feature enough garments to truly conceal you (important if you are escaping the law). 8:11 a.m. - 2023-02-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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