So....my dad was pissing me off the moment he called this morning. There was some yelling. But then we went to dinner and The Motorcycle Diaries and all was well. Motorcycle Diaries was pretty good. It features Gael Garcia Bernal, my Latin lover. Mexican dudes hit on me all the time. Why do none of them even remotely resemble Gael? But not that it would matter anyway, because of the boyfriend...
The boyfriend who really needs to be better about calling. Ugh. If not for these few little things he'd be fucking perfect. But I guess no one is perfect, huh?
I am officially going to London. I'm making myself go. I guess it's kind of a test. Hopefully one that is passed.
Tomorrow is Halloween party time, which means I'll be extremely, belligerently drunk and saying "That's hot" every five seconds. Because I'll be Paris Hilton.
Love,
Jess
PS. My cat is so much cuter than yours.
PSS. I hope my hair doesn't fall out!
The boyfriend who really needs to be better about calling. Ugh. If not for these few little things he'd be fucking perfect. But I guess no one is perfect, huh?
I am officially going to London. I'm making myself go. I guess it's kind of a test. Hopefully one that is passed.
Tomorrow is Halloween party time, which means I'll be extremely, belligerently drunk and saying "That's hot" every five seconds. Because I'll be Paris Hilton.
Love,
Jess
PS. My cat is so much cuter than yours.
PSS. I hope my hair doesn't fall out!
norritt:
paris hilton eh? i think youcould pull that off course ive never met you 
fleur:
make sure you wear a costume!!!!!!!!!! or its a 10 dolla cup charge
