A number fifteen from the Proust Questionnaire that I
(don't know how I) forgot.
My roommates.
Fun. Sassy. Intelligent. Determined. Dependable.
And, for this reason:
A single pink rose was waiting for me on my desk, courtesy of my adorable roommate. Seriously, how sweet can you be??
Also, how many thing can I fit on my desk that I love? Moleskin. Check. Starbucks. Check. Pictures of my nearest and dearest. Check. Obama. Check, double check.
I've spent the entire night in the above position. Laptop in hand, plaid couch beneath me.
Exploring dozens of new blogs that are chock full of design, fashion, art, literature and more.
Blog about it tomorrow.
Je suis fatigue.
Bon nuit.
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