I had a terrific publication party. The guy who ran the bar said that only James Michener had a better party at this B. Dalton store. I felt, as Ronna suggested, like a bar mitzvah boy, surrounded by people I care about: Alice, Teresa, Ronna, Josh, Mikey and Amy, Larry, Wes, Mark and Consuelo, Stacy and her girlfriend, Pete, Justin, Susan and Spencer, Mrs. Judson and Wayne, Elihu, and so on.
Looking back at the last seven presidents, FIVE of them were left-handed or ambidextrous.
“You could get that fixed.”
I found five movies and related them to five of my real-life experiences involving romance.
We’ve all had a moment when we think we have hit the lowest of low because someone we cared about threw up a fifty foot barbed wire fence and suffocated all feeling out of us with their words.
Imagining anyone ending up with The Russian is nauseating. What a squirmy, whiny, pretentious, kiddie portion of bullsh*t that guy was. Good loft tho.
Sure, she may have procured Chris Farley’s heart and soul after he passed, but she was married to Kurt Cobain.
Practically everybody in New York has half a mind to write a book — and does. – Groucho Marx
I remember wearing suspenders that had silver Michael Jackson gloves attached to them, and blasting Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” even though I was five years old and clueless about its meaning.
Part of the reason that Robsten doesn’t matter to me, however, is that I am not a young woman today, and I’m glad that I’m not.