gpoy: this comfy little james perse shirt was on the doorstep when i got home from work.

today, my fair-isle-sweatered man brought me the sandwich i was craving (dewitt melt) and entertained me for 2 hours, my boss told me that i’m the “nicest person in ithaca!” during one of his characteristically dramatic entrances into the office at 4:00 p.m., one of my gilt impulse purchases actually works out, it’s sunny, and i get to spend the evening stitch’n'bitching with one of my favorite people; what a painless fucking friday.