Wednesday, October 8, 2003

Dear Ms. New York Doll

Next time you find out about extras needed for an OLSEN TWINS movie, will you fucking tell me? I love you, but man, this is like stabbing me in the back with my own stilettos or something.

Also, someone at work thought i was 26. I am now about to crawl into a hole and cry. Where is that bottle of wine? 26 isn't old, but c'mon, why you aging me 3 years premature?

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