Wednesday, June 16, 2010


Hey you,
Wicked shit you sending me shit. I hope to eventually get it. This week, i'm house managing with Olivier, this french boy with a amazing beard. We made sushi, salad rolls, gyoza and sugar pie for dinner tonight. And tommrow? Yam and roasted garlic soup with spanikopita, but i'm in charge of that, because i'm trying to suck up, because i made him come do presentations about the danger of water botttles, and i need his french flare.
So how are you? I still need to mail you that postcard. I sent my mom a letter by post the other day, i don't know what i didnt do the same for you.
Ive been reading keats poetry lately, and getting eating by moskitos and watching house boats float by. I also, as a result of peeing my pants out of laughter, have made John Keats a facebook account. Turns out i wasn't that oringinal, turns out 400 kids have also done the same thing as me.
I've also been addicted to the barefoot contessa.
Love you forever, and i'll talk to yo' soon.
Btw, basia bulat is playing at the folk fest here, and i get to volunteer! Whaaaooo