Took a driving lesson today. No one died. Things are looking up.
S
o this girl who used to be my friend but currently hates me because she always wanted my job here at the French Tourist Office applied to replace me. My boss has already decided to move my former assistant up and then hire someone to assist her. But "bitchy girl who hates me and makes fun of the way I speak French" (that's my special name for her) doesn't know that. Awwwww.
Did I tell you guys that I saw Vincent Gallo on Bleecker Street over the weekend? I was standing outside Vittorio (where my friend had her bridal shower) and I screamed his name (like a lunatic) but he kept talking on his cell phone and hurried away. I used to LOVE him. Then I found out that he's slightly crazy and incredibly maladjusted. He used to complain that people accosted him in the street and follow him home. P.S. he lived on Elizabeth Street for years and years and years. And do you know how I know this? He wrote his name in the wet cement outside the building. Um... hello! Maybe this is why people knew where you lived, you big weirdo. He makes good movies, though. Well, Buffalo '66 was good. I never saw the blow job movie. He has pretty eyes, too.
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