I must get away from here! Everything is purple in Amesville. Derek’s car, all the signs – and now – sob! – my hair!
What is happening to my hair?! I was a brunette last Tuesday when Derek and I started our wild and reckless Love Story. I realized that he was – well, orange – and only wore orange clothes. But I thought that was fine. And when we went out to dinner, he refused all foods except Kraft Dinner with Spanish onions, followed by tangerines and grapes. He told me it was what all the hip city folk were eating these days and I – I believed him.
And his favorite topic of conversation was how well orange and purple went together. But still, I was in love – and love, you know is color blind. Or something.
If only they would just sell me a ticket on the first bus out of here now, before I turn into a giant eggplant.
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