I think you should all know that I am in love.
You know when you find a dress you love? Like, really love? It happens rarely, for me. I very much like most of my clothes, only tolerate some of them, and outright hate a handful. But never mind all that, they are past flings, forgotten: I have found the one.
That's right: I love this Maje dress so much that I can't stop talking about it. It completes me. I am the man who will fight for its honour. Hold me closer, tiny Maje dress.
So I have to share it with you, even though it has nothing to do with writing or reading or uh, anything. I would write more but I have to go now and kiss it and see if it wants anything for lunch and then maybe wash its hem with my hair.