08 July, 2009

Pasadena, 1963



I love my city. And I truly, truly hate it. Like all love affairs, I imagine.

(Found via This Isn't Happiness)

(And they found it via here)

(Apparently this is, including my unfinished posts, my 100th post on the blog. In one month. Quantity over quality, people. It got me this far and I know that I can't have one, so I'll get the other. . . )

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