had a french 75 last night. briefly entered a parallel universe where i was a jazz singer with a tragic past. her name was claudette, and she wore velvet gloves to breakfast. #boozin
things i’d rather do than move:
- run a half marathon
- cook thanksgiving dinner by myself
- participate in dry january
- take the ACT
- drive for 10 hours without stopping
- walk 48 holes of golf
- go through college finals week
(not to be dramatic)