Sunday, January 20, 2008

I just rocked Joel Seidler's little Jewish world by calling him. Even though when we had dinner I promised him we would be friends again, I knew he didn't believe me, which was smart because I was blatantly lying. But now that I am a crampy, pitiful, lonely half-orphan, I can't be choosy. We're meeting at a bar with a heated patio where we can smoke ourselves to oblivion. Last one to cough up a tumor is a rotten egg!