itsallinmyhead:

valeriek:

So I was just practicing my ukulele, trying to figure out chords for “My Funny Valentine” in a key I can sing, because, you know, it seems like a good day for that.

So while I was all a-plink-a-plink-a-plink-a-ing, a red envelope suddenly appeared under my door, and I heard the feet belonging to its courier quickly take off up the stairs.

It was a Valentine, you guys. From my neighbor upstairs. With whom I’ve only exchanged a few words at the mailboxes in the lobby.

Does this stuff really happen?!? Now what do I do?

(*Do you think he has the Disney Channel?)

Ah that’s so cute.  I did really domestic things for the day, like go shopping, taking pictures of typography, cooking, and spending most of the day naked.