If I wrote down the details of a few pivotal events that have occurred since Friday, you wouldn’t believe there could be a character as I would describe. That a real person exists who does the things she does. I feel like I’m dealing with Petyr Baelish and he’s given me a necklace. Tome has a funny post all about retail therapy, and it made me think, what is missing from my life? Time to write. I really need to exercise my flying monkeys and aim at some not-so-innocent chicas who stole my damn red shoes.
In the meantime, I am not digging the selfies.