Oscar Wilde was gay. Someone straighten him out (and make him un-dead), please, because I am convinced I am supposed to marry him.
That's all; I have writer's block. Still. Maybe I'll write about spring or something. Is that cliche?
Ten points from Hufflepuff.
All my love,
Addy.
P.S. Arctic Monkeys are coming on May 31. Anyone want to be my date?
