Could someone do me a favor? It's not terribly huge. Just, I'd rather not make a huge deal.
This apartment's so cold. I can smell Ariadne on my sheets and Eames on the couch this morning when I took a nap there. It's infuriating. I've never been one for emotions, or wearing my emotions on my sleeve, but this is becoming a little more then unbearable. Just wish I could talk to them
Justin, do you want to come over tonight?
Justin, do you want to come over tonight?