Aisling never let me know you’re thinking that again, you’re in NewYork being a writers assistant and shit. you get sun way more and everywhere is a new adventure. I miss hanging out with you too but I don’t want you to screw up a great holiday thinking about cards and an outdoor table.
Eeewww… You’re such a gross.
I don’t really like ice it makes things cold and I’m a warm little soul.