She sells hippie shit down by the sea shore.
“I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. It freaks me out. I’m sorry that I don’t talk like Murphy Brown. And I hate your pants suit. I wish it had ribbons on it, or something just to make it slightly cuter, but that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong.”
