day one hundred ninety-nine.

(about to get bounced)

tonight consisted of writing three letters at the same time, drinking iced tea, eating blackberries (of the non-phone varieties), talk of the suburbs, and imposing french pop/the beauty of yelle music videos on intern jeremy: "Its like if Amélie and M.I.A. made a video." (i hope to one day live in a world where such things are possible)

goodnight.