Implications of a lost passport.

Planning to travel internationally relatively soon, and what is this girl's main concern? That she cannot get into any nightclubs, tonight. Somebody gate-crashed a small gathering (a Friday night thing, likely, with good wine but we are still missing substantial bulbs for each light fixture) and kicked a hole through my bedroom wall. Don't ask how- I know they're totally 1870s thick. My reaction? I'm there saying, "... I sure hope Dolores doesn't drag that dead rat in here via this hole."

Never mind landlords. Burglars. THERE'S A HOLE IN MY WALL, THIS IS TERRIBLE. Wait, what?

Immediacy. Immediacey? Is it an attractive thing, to be so seemingly consumed with what is frivolous. I shouldn't have attempted that as a question because I do know the answer- it's, "of course!" Wait, there is no 'E' in immediacy, except before 'D'- "of course!"

"I'm sure you can charm your way in," said my friend. Incidentally, I was totally charmed by the prospect of my character being anything akin to charming. Or, "prettier". Lipsticks lets a pretty girl look prettier. Lips like licked red candy are most pretty. I would attribute that candy line to Nabokov, only I think I misquoted and I don't want to insult my favourite Russian. I love a rose-stained mouth, and, apparently also (in accordance with my mobile phone's outbox messages of last night), "I love a fierce brow". That one I can pin securely on Christian Siriano, winner of the greatest season of Project Runway of, like, ever.