Feeling today that I wish I were the girl who asked boys to dance and got rejected and stuck her neck out and got slapped and had a brilliant idea no one liked and wore the wrong thing but felt tra-la-la-di-da. Because by now I'd be better equipped for the times I disappoint or fall short, even when I think I'm doing my very best.
GLOOM.
On a brighter note, there are roses today - lovely roses to cheer me up, along with a glass of prosecco and a panini with sausage, broccoli rabe and tallegio at Bocca Lupo, my favorite new neighborhood joint. It's an unspoken rule that it's impossible to feel miserable when you are stuffing your gob with pork and cheese.
Also: this. And this, which is hilarious and inappropriate and completely enviable.
(Happy Valentine's Day, blog babies. I hope you feel very loved today.)
xoxox
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