{stories and snapshots from my new york city life.}


Happy Birthday to Me!

Dear Baby Jesus (that's who I submit most of my wishes to),
For my birthday, I dream of:
*fresh flowers
*a boatload of cash
*a big bucket of fried chicken
and Jake Ryan sitting cross-legged on my dining room table. K, thanks.

1 comment:

  1. i can get you 2 out of the 4, no problem.
    3 out of 4 with some minor jail time.
    4 out of 4... that's gonna be tricky.