can't sleep again
So I can't sleep again but that's okay because I have nothing but errands to do on Fridays.
But with all that time to think I've decided that all I need for the next week is
- the mont blanc franz kafka pen
- a dozen dean & deluca brownies
- another bottle of argyle champagne
&
- a six foot two irish man with black hair who reads me poetry with his beautiful lilting accent to ANSWER his godddamn phone ... you heard me Aiden (okay so I haven't acctually called him in like 6 months but he should know that I'm like craving his affection and call me. that's how it works. ... right? my mom lied to me again didn't she?)
then I scowled before heading to the gym.