Arlette to Thom Yorke: Marry me? Please?
◊ I love sex, drinking, zombie movies, books, rude jokes, and giving head. I'm wicked smart and pretty funny and at least moderately cool.
I am your fucking dream girl.
So why, why, WHY haven't you hot young (but not too young, I like 'em 21-and-up) guys figured this OUT already?
Argh.
Thom Yorke? Please marry me. You'd like Campbell; it's got a couple of good thrift stores and some nice caf�s. Not much culture, but I'd keep you amused. I'd go vegan again. We could walk down to Whole Foods for hippie chow and then come home and you could play the guitar and sing.
Best leave the kids behind, though. I'd probably kill the little fuckers.