Jan 26, 2010 22:19
Dear White Collar,
Please to stop being so relentlessly charming, so that I can stop being the boy crazy (at this point, I HAVE A CRUSH ON EVERY BOY: Peter, Neal, Jones, Mozzie... even Hughes was looking sorta kindly and distinguished tonight, hrm!) and get some more work done.
Much love,
The Presidentrix
In other news, I promise to write about something other than tv and weird dreams soon. It's just that I both watch tv and have weird dreams on a nightly basis! ;o9 (Also that the longer my friends' list gets, the less interesting my random anecdotes start to sound, even to me. Lately, I don't know quite what to journal about...)
I suppose I did go in for shoe repair today for the first time ever, so that's something, right? The shoe guy was all eccentric and mumbly, and it sounds as if replacing the worn heels of my pumps will cost about half as much as the shoes themselves cost originally. But I love those shoes, and aside from the nails poking through their soles, they have a lot of life left in them, so I think it will be worth it. Plus, I am excited to have met a real cobbler!
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white collar,
tv,
shoes