Once, twice…
I’m not really sure why but about the only thing that kept me from killing many a tourist today was getting compliments on this shirt from about everyone that passed. I kept looking down to make sure I hadn’t spilled something on myself and people were just being mean. But on the way to the bus I gave this poor twink whiplash, I think, and people on the bus, in Hecht’s, on the street, in California Tortilla, on the train, “I love your shirt!” *shrug*
I figure the first time is to learn how, the second time is to see whether I really like it. 😉
