I have packed more dresses in my suitcase than days in New Zealand. They are predominantly floral.
My neighbor plays The Doors every night, really loudly. I have never met my neighbor but sometimes I hope he is a philosophy professor and wears brogues and drinks nips of whiskey. (Philosophy professors do not live in my apartment building). It would also be nice if she was a old granny with purple dyed hair that loves rock and roll.
I love this song today. Also, did you know in the States, if you say "motel," it has decidedly different connotations than in New Zealand?