rococcoesque

"Did you just complain about him wanting to take a nap with you?"

I replied, "Yeah, I did."

"Girl, you totally do not like this boy."

I think that's how it went, anyhow.

My future life shall include a floppy hat, big sunglasses, Scarny, and Morocco. Oh, and lots of booze. And Momofuku. Maybe we will bring ramen noodles to the Moroccan masses, just like we'll bring pornography to LA someday.

Ikea is for masochists.

The bar bathroom is for masochists.

Stalking old classmates in the East Village is for masochists.

Johnson's in the daylight, however, is forever!