the wrong side of the bed
Friday, June 23, 2006
this morning, constance told me that i have skin like porcelain
i don't. i clearly don't.
this might be a good example of our perceptions of ourselves not really matching how other people see us. or it might be an example of connie needing glasses.
Maybe it's like donuts, though, with the whole glazed and unglazed thing?