InsaneJournal

Apparently I own a shop.

It's called McGee's Miscellany and I quite like it. There's a stuffed crocodile hanging from the ceiling, and it's been shellacked with glitter.

I don't know what all is on the shelves or in the baskets and chests and boxes on the floor, and I have my suspicions that things arrive here on their own.

The place is nearly coming apart at the seams however, because it's so full, barely enough room to move, really, which is why I'm having a springtime sidewalk sale.

The store is at [address] and whatever you don't know you're looking for is probably here, so stop in and have a look around.