Fuzzy Sweater Love.



There is no sweater I love more than a good scratchy cardigan. Four years ago, I had put hobo gloves on all of them. Now, I would never cut them up.
Spent a nice, sweet evening with Leon and his split pea soup. We ate bread with oil and vinegar, checked eachother out, cuddled and fell asleep watching Junkyard Wars.
Later.