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To whom it may concern:
I appeal this citation on the grounds of there being no such warning on the street as to the limitations for which the citation was made under. The car is registered to Pomona’s campus, it was parked rather unobtrusively, and I see no sign stating directly (or indirectly) that there is to be one-hour parking between the hours of 2-6 am. I understand this limitation, however. You do not want hooligans parking their vehicles there overnight. I, thankfully, live here and have no reason to park it on College Ave overnight. Be that as it may, the car, admittedly, was still there for a long time, so I understand the conclusion drawn. However, I still contest the lack of sign.
Sincerely,
Valentina Michelotti
Temporary Owner of the Green Jeep SUV
Receiver of One Violation # CL2120220014
Legwarmers lend a note of paramilitary poise, a hint of archaic warriorhood. When she shoveled snow, she wore a furry headband as well. It made me think of the fifth century AD men standing around campfires speaking in subdued tones in their Turkic and Mongol dialects. Clear skies. The fearless exemplary death of Attila the Hun.
Once I almost asked her to put on legwarmers before we made love. But it seemed a request more deeply rooted in pathos than in aberrant sexuality and I thought it might make her suspect that something was wrong.
-Don Delillo “White Noise”
It was TOKiMONSTA’s birthday. But my tires were flat. It didn’t deter her from dropping Hudson Mohawke, Gaslamp Killer from wearing a cardigan, or us getting up the hill just outside of West Covina. Well, maybe a little. But then a nice man in a Prius at the gas station helped me.
Portlandia restores my faith in humanity. It did, and then my boyfriend shaved half of his head and sent me a text that said he was listening to an XLR8R podcast “consisting entirely of new wave 80s music.” I’m still probably going to have sex with him.
I really don’t like cats.
(Source: nassic)





