Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Dear Annie,

My dad sends me an email that I read out loud at the office, (in reference to a recent Annie Lebowitz's financial woes piece in the Times,): "If she can't make it in New York, how do you expect to?"

He's funny/not funny, like that.

Sometimes I just wanna show the world, other times, I wanna concede and order Chinese and call it a night with Meg Ryan.

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