|They looked absolutely nothing like this.|
I also just spent about an hour and a half making a playlist for my ipod comprised of songs that make me want to be in love. This is because I met someone who literally makes me giddy and that event, so rare in my long days on long island really calls for a playlist.
I got a decaffinated chai tea from my local coffee shop but I am left suspiciously wide awake. Was I lied to? Is there any recourse whatsoever?
Yesterday I gave F for Fake yet another rewatch. I am inspired by Oja Kodar's dress as she saunters around the streets. I actually found something similar but have neither the legs nor the gumption to pull it off. Also, why don't they make them like Orson Welles anymore? I mean is it really too much to ask?
I have to go now and find out why exactly my cat must dump all her food on the floor, one kibble at a time. I'm going to try to debate the merits of doing this vs. eating from the bowl as served, though she generally rebuts by falling asleep on my lap.