I feel like I should write something profound. Some sort of Garden State worthy prose about what being "home" feels like, perhaps. I feel like I should write about how the balmy temperatures and the lack of snow is unsettling in Macbeth-esque proportions. I feel like I should write words that will make the world want to fall in love with me. And if not the world, then maybe just one man.
So here goes:
I got a dinner party in a box for Christmas.
I envy you.ReplyDelete
I don't see how any man could visit here and not fall in love with you... Dinner party in a box or not. Welcome back.ReplyDelete
Not to be a harpie, but Garden State? Really? And Jack Johnson?ReplyDelete
Jessica, Mike here. I am impressed with your tea party shit. If it makes any difference to you, I'd enjoy it. But really, we both already knew that.ReplyDelete
Blasphemy! You're not sorry.
And neither am I.
And that's okay.
garden state.. i love that movie..ReplyDelete