Sold titty cupcakes today for MICArotica, roommate Mollie created the areolas with pink piping frosting, we wrapped in plastic and now they're shiny. Breasts aren't shiny.
A random, rather disjointed night, that all seemed to naturally flow from one situation to the next all too easily. Do I get distracted or give in to my whims without enough effort to retain? It does seem to work out for the best regardless; took me to alleyways and Cathedral and turquoise doors and three half bathrooms in one long apartment tonight.
Matthew Elizabeth and Philip spelt the right way, the way of the Greeks, played perfect hosts and have one nook with an oversize mirror that Ingrid brought along with and evergreen chair that wouldn't fit up the stairs and two lavendar glasses and one quarter bag fruit medley with papaya. And the ceiling was actually a floor, laid in cedar planks.
