marilyn / c.h.

her; hello.

calum; 

hello. it is currently 8:09 am and i have just woken on your couch. i may or may not have stolen a handful of ice cubes and a ziploc bag from your kitchen. here is what happened:

at 7:59 am, i woke up quite disoriented and managed to stumble into a rather sharp coffee table, which bruised my knee almost immediately. then, i wandered into the kitchen in search of some ice; however, when i opened the freezer, i discovered my contact lenses frozen into two slots in the ice cube tray. four points for the arse who stole them. (i decided to leave them and i am not at all sorry???)

anyways, thank you for allowing me to crash at your flat last night, mate. i want to tell you what a great night we had, but unfortunately i am drawing a complete blank.

i don't feel hung over, but i took a few migraine pills for good measure.

xoxo

          mary lynn

p.s. i apologize for the lipstick stain on your bathroom mirror, which i presume belongs to me.

p.p.s. excuse the god-awful handwriting; it's early and i've not yet drowned myself in caffeine.