this will make sense once you read my email. note the elegantly dishevled hair.
Pear juice, FTW!
Cute, right? Im in Rome, here, outside of the hotel. your shirt is in Italy, man!
this is when it hit me that I was leaving so I took a picture. Because I was over Nantes, I listened to Beirut. Ahhaha.
On the aiplane radio. bahaha, naturally. You cannot elude me, Lucas, even in Europe.
At the orientation, the food they fed me was wretched. this is a veggie wrap. those are indeed peas within. I did not eat it.
Mia at JFK before we left for Paris. the dialogue was as follows:
Me: So, Mia, how would you feel about doing me a solid?
Mia: What does it entail?
Me: Wanna pose like an idiot with this flamboyant shirt? I stole it from my best friend.
Mia: hell yeah.
(Im paraphrasing.)
