blarg, dead blog. sorry about those tickets marie, but in may i will be coming to see you for a bit and we can practice grand tour jetes and drink martinis with the boys from the strokes. minus the one that drew barrymores got her mitts on.

work has been CRAZY this week. i started my week by getting yelled at for an hour straight by an invitation designer in beverly hills who did some work for nicole kidman that we apparently fucked up. it was her fault really, she asked for cards when she wanted folded notes. we sent her cards, because, you know, she ASKED for them. whatever.

the poor woman had to pause her yelling at me to call her shrink and make an extra appointment for the week because, in her words, she was "so filled with aggression right now that if you can't fit me in for an extra session i'm going to snap!!!!!"

o h m y g o d. i think the entire zip code of 90210 needs to be institutionalized. but guess how the conversation ended? her other phone rang and she yelled "oh jesus i have to go, thats vin diesel on the other line!"

meghan - you should take a break from class some day and go to the store paper-ya on granville island. they buy our paper. tell them you know the customer service manager. thats me!

i wish it wasn't so cold here! i keep not wearing my coat because thoughts begat actions, right? not with the weather apparently. my not wearing a coat doesn't make it warm out.

so i really need to come visit madison SOON. but in the mean time i am going to cheat on my hairdresser this friday, cuz i need a trim very very badly. but i'll be thinking of jason the whole time, i swear!