We ordered room service, had naked eggs benedict, had a great morning.
I’m not a lesbian.
Either way, thanks.
I’ve been so into Gene Simmons lately. I have no idea why.
You know that blind spot we have in our vision, where our brain fills it in automatically? I have that in my ears, but for chimes.
Hey, maybe after this we could listen to some showtunes? Maybe some late nineties Billy Joel?