(this is an ancient picture of amira and me. it is too dark in my room for pictures. i mean ancient like 3 years old at least. just wait til february. i will see you then amira!)
marisa is staying with me for a couple weeks and there was this moment tonight when i was reciting “bright star” for her while she sipped red wine and she started laughing hilariously and said, “this is what i imagine people think writers do when they hang out: recite keats to each other and drink wine.”
i was only reciting “bright star” because we were looking at previews on netflix instant view after watching maid in manhattan and bright star came up. i don’t know how we actually watched all of maid in manhattan. terrible. i need to see something good soon. my brainwaves are full of meaningless romantic comedies and youtube music video clips.
new favorite thing: girl talk. i’m tired. goodnight.