dear jefferson hack
publisher, kate moss baby daddy, anouck shagger, snappy dresser, older-yvanfacehunter-doppelganger:
stop making me feel funny, like when i used to climb the rope in gym class.
it's a constant battle between lusting after dirted up be-jangled wild haired bros and a clean cut DANDY in a JAUNTY BOW TIE.
you are tipping the scales violently into dandy territory and i am not sure i can handle it.
stop looking at me like that.