Gilliambaby

Gialliombaby is an aspiring writer.
Roughly every night a week I try to go get coffee and get work done, and more often than not I run into Gialliombaby who is doing his aspiring writer things.
My goal is to get Gialliombaby to write a short story about me. He hasn't done so yet which astounds me as I am so very amusing I don't see why one would not write a short story about me.
Usually our nights go like this
'Gialliombaby, why aren't you writing about me?"
"I will at some point"
"Not good enough Gailliombaby" I say
Then Gialliombaby calls me a harlot and I say I hate him and then he uses my cell phone to send texts that should really not be sent to Gus the worker making the coffee, all though this last  part only happens on Thursdays.
Then he speaks to me in Italian because he knows my Italian is non buono and I say 'No mi piace Gialliom-bambino' because that I can say.
For a bit I pretend to do work (talk to Phil) and Gialliombaby actually does work and then he gets distracted by my hilariousness that is hilarious enough to distract but not enough to be written about apparently.
Gilliambaby said he'll write about me before I write about him.
I'm writing about him on my blog.
Fail Giallombaby.

Here is what I love: Autumn.
I love leaves changing colours, and boots, and sweaters, and pashminas as big as I am.
Autumn is by far my favourite season out of the four.
Here is who apparently does not love autumn:
Texas.
I don't know if Texas just missed the memo that autumn is a season or if they just don't care but regargless of what happened it doesn't seem to be a season in Texas until roughly November 1st which on all accounts should be winter at that point.

It's sort of autumn at night. By that I mean it gets to be 70 degrees at night so I can wear a sweater.

I try to defy Texas and claim that it's Autumn anyway. This weekend I went to a party at a friend's apartment, it was raining and it was cold and I declared that I was going to wear my grey cold weather coat from H&M that I bought in Rome last fall, which makes it fancy even though it was only $20ish dollars. (I say 'ish' because I was always bad with euro/dollar conversions)
"You can't wear that" Will from downstairs tells me as I put it on
"Why?" I ask
"Because..." Will from downstairs tells me giving me the all too common stop being crazy Jessie look that I always get from him.

I wore it anyway. And I was stylish. Even in the rain

Will from downstairs wore his winter jacket too in the end. He saw my side of things.

Jessie: 1
Autumn and Will: 0