Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Dear New York,


Please stop raining. You make my feet cold, you spoil my favorite shoes that I could only have repurchased, apparently, several months ago in London, and you make me wear ridiculous outfits, like sweaters over sundresses. You also prevent me from going to flea markets, and confine me to the apartment, where I sit around and watch terrible cable tv (read: 30 Worst Celebrity Feuds!). Please stop it. Thank you very much!

Love,
Bev

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B, 22, likes foreign countries, love (& the skinny boy), mangoes, chocolate, best friends, good movies, poetry, semi-colons and snarky websites.