Maisie is a complex individual with equal
knowledge of Virginia Woolf and the Olsen
twins. She can be loving and cruel (she used to
make me cry in the bathtub then laugh at my
tear stained face), crabby and gay (I mean in
the old-fashioned sense), dense (don't ask her
what 236 X 3,798 is, because she probably
won't know) and perceptive (she totally
guessed the end of Gosford Park, like, in the
beginning), tone-deaf and a karoake genius
(ask her to tell you the Cole Porter story).
Luckily, she tends to keep her unfavorable
traits to herself and to those who see her in
the morning time, and lets her glorious traits
shine. My only recommendation is this: never
let her drive, especially at night (she charmed
the DMV).
MT!
Maisie puts the honey in funny! She
puts the Flare in care! Shw puts the
rhyme in sublime! Once I met a very
fine boy who spent time with her in
England, and even he, this glowing orb
of personality and coolness, even he
conceded that he lived, obscured, in
the shadow of maisie. I would gladly
shiver away in that cold place! Maybe
this holiday season I'll get to see her
face! Hoorah! Hooray-zee! Cheer Cheer
for Maisie!
daisyhead maisie is a doll with
impeccable taste and a head full of
smarts. and she doesn't even mind
hiking out to brooklyn to see her
friends. miss porter's would've sucked
without her, that's for sure.
Maisie is great. The last time I saw
her was on the subway platform: the
Brooklyn bound L train. She's one of
the only friends that I consistently
run into around the city. Which makes
me feel pretty good about Maisie.
knowledge of Virginia Woolf and the Olsen
twins. She can be loving and cruel (she used to
make me cry in the bathtub then laugh at my
tear stained face), crabby and gay (I mean in
the old-fashioned sense), dense (don't ask her
what 236 X 3,798 is, because she probably
won't know) and perceptive (she totally
guessed the end of Gosford Park, like, in the
beginning), tone-deaf and a karoake genius
(ask her to tell you the Cole Porter story).
Luckily, she tends to keep her unfavorable
traits to herself and to those who see her in
the morning time, and lets her glorious traits
shine. My only recommendation is this: never
let her drive, especially at night (she charmed
the DMV).
Maisie puts the honey in funny! She
puts the Flare in care! Shw puts the
rhyme in sublime! Once I met a very
fine boy who spent time with her in
England, and even he, this glowing orb
of personality and coolness, even he
conceded that he lived, obscured, in
the shadow of maisie. I would gladly
shiver away in that cold place! Maybe
this holiday season I'll get to see her
face! Hoorah! Hooray-zee! Cheer Cheer
for Maisie!
and i will have an open marriage with
you.
impeccable taste and a head full of
smarts. and she doesn't even mind
hiking out to brooklyn to see her
friends. miss porter's would've sucked
without her, that's for sure.
her was on the subway platform: the
Brooklyn bound L train. She's one of
the only friends that I consistently
run into around the city. Which makes
me feel pretty good about Maisie.