10.7.10
Hi. This is my blog. I promise not to talk about what sandwich I ate today. Or my boyfriend, Kevin. Mostly because why should you care about my boyfriend? Partly because he doesn’t exist. Please come back here to learn absolutely everything.
10.17.10
Lesson Learned: Never go to the post office the day after a national holiday. Fair enough. My bad, as the kids said, like 10 years ago. And as Stetsasonic said about 20 years ago, Here’s how it started: I got on the looooong self serve line for the ONE self serve postage machine at the Bryant
10.11.10
An open letter to The Fellas. The other night I was out at what we’ll call an event. On any given night in NYC, there are any number of these, where tiny renditions of larger food are passed around and bars are mercifully open. Because we’re still in a recession. I was surprised at the amount of