just getting myself together before heading to NYE party. hope yr frustrations have smoothed out; maybe things working a little easier for you, or even just a simple resolve to deal with it another day. i gotta tell ya, nothing does crispies quite like a cast-iron skillet! weeeeee doggies! these Louisiana Hash leftover crispies? you'd love 'em.... i'll probably have to field a thousand "where is she"/"how's she doing" questions tonight. luckily your parents will be there too. they can take some of that rap for me. and i promise i'll keep that cow away from your father if she's there tonight. (or rather, just keep your dad occupied away from her.) by the looks of how she left the last throw-down though, in tears and without saying goodbye, she got the message loud and clear: stay the hell away from married men and boyfriends, you pack mule. i'll take plenty of photos for you, and maybe post them here tomorrow????
starting tomorrow we'll do Frenchie week, per your request. for tonight, in honor of our lovely hostess (who will probably corner me and tell me, drunk and in her second language, how much she loves you, and me, and your parents, and fuck everybody else if they don't like it) our second favorite Turk: Selda!
i LRV you, and i'll call you 'round midnight, our time.
b
Selda Bagcan- "Yaz Gazeteci Yaz"
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