End of Weak
Poured rain all day and all night, got no reading done, but I picked up and went to the potluck on the Upper West Side anyway and Grace was her hilarious best and I brought a $20 fruit salad and that woman was outrageously endearing. My situation is dire, but there is always something more and always something next in this city and right now it's all better. I love to you, New York. Good night.
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So like I said when it comes to friendships...when it's bad it's awful, but when it's good, it's just golden. Okay, now shmear some of the Roqufort on a thin slice of baguette (I'm in a diet) and pass it over. Oh, and I want a lime in the cerveas. Amateurs.
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