Thursday, February 26, 2009
Anxiety attack party.
For about 4 hours.
Saw basically everyone I've ever known in New York.
Coming home is good.
Not a man for miles.
If you wanna set me up on the matchmaker tip I'm ok with it.
PS all men love my plaid wool coat.
They are not hitting on me, they just want to know where I bought it.
This depresses me.
Also, I am pretty sure I saw the reincarnation of Fat Joe tonight.