Dear Adam Pacitti,
I think I may be The Girl From Your Dream That Saved You From A Zombie That You Are In Love With.
Anyone who knows me can attest that the sketch you have drawn bares an almost uncanny resemblance to my visage. And yet, I doubt I will email you.
See, Adam, if you had met me in another moment, I confess I probably would have sent something charmingly confusing your way.
But, Alas!
Adam Pacitti, you are the right gent at the wrong time. Current circumstance keeps me shackled! Sweet Adam Pacitti, my vested commitment belongs to another, so it must suffice that for me you will exist as The One That Got Away, and to you, I shall exist as The Shrew Not To Be Tamed!
I have platonically noticed, though, your photograph with the bloke from the Kooks-. If you’d like to mosey over to D.C. September 8 for the Kooks show, I’d be happy to show you around the monuments, platonically, and pay for your lunches on my meal plan and let my roommate make us breakfast whilst we watch cartoons together in our pajamas, deeply yearning to succumb to the passions of Saturday’s sweetest morn over eggs and bacon.
Do not let the passions overtake us, sweet Adam Pacitti! I have loved you, oh I have loved you!
Yours,
Amanda Pacitti
Kook’s tour in support KONK:
# The Eruption of Adam Pacitti and Amanda Pacitti’s Undying Passion Oh Oh Baby But I Mustn’t I Belong To Another Oh Oh Oh Oh OH OH OH ENGLAND OH OH OH OH ! ! !
