How very strange that I should fight so long and so hard to embrace foreign cultures, and convince myself that my taste in men was of such a specific type, when actually someone from the town exactly next to where I was born is someone I could could lust after and fall for.
Oh, Sophie, TESTIFY. I'm sure you've read about my Canadian transgression. Yeah, I'm going to Barcelona tomorrow. HOLY FUCK. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
Also!!! I haven't had a chance to email but the kit kats got here yesterday!!!! The sports drink one (?!) was actually really good, the apple and carrot one (?!?!??!) was strangely pleasant, and the red bean one tasted exactly like what I imagine shit tastes like. :) I owe you a long, long letter.
I'm glad you're knee-deep in hope. It seems to be going around.
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Oh, Sophie, TESTIFY. I'm sure you've read about my Canadian transgression. Yeah, I'm going to Barcelona tomorrow. HOLY FUCK. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
Also!!! I haven't had a chance to email but the kit kats got here yesterday!!!! The sports drink one (?!) was actually really good, the apple and carrot one (?!?!??!) was strangely pleasant, and the red bean one tasted exactly like what I imagine shit tastes like. :) I owe you a long, long letter.
I'm glad you're knee-deep in hope. It seems to be going around.
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Good luck in Barca! Hope that YOUR hopes all turn out too...
as for the kitkats, I thought they would all be gross and was going to tell you to put them on your mantelpiece (haha) as ornaments...!
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