hollyjolly

finals are eating up a lot of my time. quit nagging, you dork.
at brunch yesterday i learned that a vagina might be called a pipe. i learned that a huge amount of lemon bread mix does not fit in a loaf pan and that cinnamon buns from peter pan are probably the closest thing to heaven . i learned that lmazz and i fit nicely on a small chair but that we should not hold hands.

maybe the best part of the day was when peter and i heard christmas songs at a lovely church in brooklyn heights. the lights turned out, each member of the choir lit a candle and there in the pitch black they sang to us "silent night." my skin shivered and shivered and shivered.

now. i will go write about humanitarian intervention. leave me alone.