One of my friends posted an update on Facebook yesterday that read "Spell Casting...Whatcha need?"
And I don't know if it was something in the water or the tea or maybe the sangria at lunch, but I replied "I need a boy to fall in love with me. But not just any boy. He's got to sing to me like Ray LaMontagne, play me like Rachael Yamagata, and kiss me like it's the first time, the last time, and every time in between. Oh, and I want to have our own Friday night ritual of beer, bowling, and...Work your magic, girl!"
A few seconds later, a gorgeous girl replied with, "Hey Jamie...Want to go out sometime?"
Hmmm. I just might.
Would you? Do tell...Friends found here via the treasure-filled Apartment #34. It's my new not-guilty-at-all guilty pleasure.
Would you? Do tell...Friends found here via the treasure-filled Apartment #34. It's my new not-guilty-at-all guilty pleasure.
