I woke up to three messages on my phone from Il Postino at two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens at that hour.
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They can call you at 10:59 but not 11 because that’s your rule now…?
February 7th, 2010 | #
i was hoping you would say that!!! haha. this is why we’re friends 🙂
February 7th, 2010 | #
Who else is going to get your crazy off-hand pop references?
February 8th, 2010 | #
[…] up on Sunday with a hangover and a text back from Il Postino. I didn’t get back to him—he drunk messaged me three times the weekend before, so I thought I didn’t have to explain myself. The girls all texted me to […]
February 17th, 2010 | #