I love them. Carlo Rossi has little to do with it. I am listening to Teen Dream by Beach House and my kitten magoo is deciding whether or not to end its life as it turns on my floor. She contents herself with watching the record player obsessively. Perhaps she keeps it going. USED TO BEEEEEEEEEEEE….USED TO BEEEEEEEEEE…
Josh let me take his snakies to a party where they shat on my dress and scared the living shit out of me as well, but much less so after I discovered why I had watery pink grit going down my front…Sasha and Uri are just…just. Beautiful.
Drink this wine! Drink it when stars run out of your control and your feet lead you up illegal ramps into the night.
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