call to arms.

dearest pittsburgh,

today i will rob a bank, go to the library, hunt for treasures to mail to distant lands, and sit in kiva han for, i hope, an unnecessarily long time whilst i write letters. should you find yourself in oakland, or bored, or madly in love with me and therefor unable to live another moment without seeing me, or all three, please call my mobile. if you do not have my number, call other people and bug them for it. i suggest calling my flat, for robin is taking a nap and deserves to be bothered.

all my love and respect,
p. dreadful

post scriptum: i am wearing a dress.