me: daddy, who’s going to domenica’s house?
daddy: Sabato.
cornball
so my sister calls me to tell me something that happened to her that i would appreciate. so she’s hanging out with her boyfriend and he tells her babe you got something on your lip. so she says what is it? is it chapstick? he says i don’t know, it looks like a leftover. she says what? she goes to take it off and its a piece of prosciutto. she tells me, that can only happen to a hungry italian girl.
i think….how are you able to afford prosciutto when you’re in college?
italiangirlproblems
i love when my nonna calls me a whore. we troya.
so much love
love.
so you all should know by now that my favorite dish in the whole wide world is spaghetti with clams!!!! so my sister detests the dish, but deals with it because she knows how much i love it! now tonight i came home late tonight after work, so the juice from the spaghetti dried out. the dish was still baller but the juice just completes it. I’m halfway through the dish and i notice that there is juice in my sister and i spazz out! i yell at her and ask, IS THAT CLAM JUICEEEEE?
this is how she described my facial expressions——
haha i love. i think this is one of the top
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sun is shining. the weather is getting sweet. and soon enough the skaters will come out to play. one of my favorite things to do/ see in nyc….. if you haven’t been part of this experience yet, please do so.
nothing like some good disco to lighten the mood….
magnifique
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