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1. this friday i saw matt at a bar. i sat down next to him, smilin away, so happy to see my good ol pal mattyboy.

instantly! he lifted my hand to eye level, checked out my (god forbid) chipped lilac manicure, yelped “ugh” in disgust, and dropped my hand like i had contracted instant leprosy. this, ladies and gents, from a dude wearing a les miserables t-shirt, topped with a pink and purple flannel, TOPPED with a dick tracy embroidered satin jacket!

matt. i love you very much. but if you get to wear satin, i get to have imperfect hands. we’re gender-bendin all over the place, you n me.

2. saturday night, an italian man approached me. he said, “you have a beautiful smile. did you know that the way we relate to the ocean is the way we relate to our subconscious?”

strange non sequitur, terrible line, but kind of an interesting concept, right? i love the ocean, but i dont like to stay in it for too long.

if this italian man ever approaches you, whatever you do, do not start talking about the subconscious to him! otherwise, you’ll have the soundbite of marco saying ‘youre totally treeeping me out’ over and over again stuck in your head for days!

love, molly!