How to chase the Sunday blues. . .
Lesson 1: Insert iPod into head, sing out loud walking up Avenue A.
Lesson 2: Pumpkin soup with as much cream as you want, tarte tatin straight from the oven, a little Chateauneuf du Pape, smokes.
Lesson 3: “Room on Fire” on constant repeat—“I love this song!” “I love this song!” “But I love this song!!!”
Lesson 4: A rant the way only Maud can do it: “You are so full of shit, just go back to your shit-hole!”
Lesson 5: Sweet languorousness on a red sofa.
Lesson 6: Whisper going down the stairs with a boy. Cab home. Make an international phone call at two in the a.m. to a great friend, sleepy and content as all hell.
Lesson 1: Insert iPod into head, sing out loud walking up Avenue A.
Lesson 2: Pumpkin soup with as much cream as you want, tarte tatin straight from the oven, a little Chateauneuf du Pape, smokes.
Lesson 3: “Room on Fire” on constant repeat—“I love this song!” “I love this song!” “But I love this song!!!”
Lesson 4: A rant the way only Maud can do it: “You are so full of shit, just go back to your shit-hole!”
Lesson 5: Sweet languorousness on a red sofa.
Lesson 6: Whisper going down the stairs with a boy. Cab home. Make an international phone call at two in the a.m. to a great friend, sleepy and content as all hell.
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