Wednesday, October 11, 2006


Today, a plane flew into a building in Manhattan. I know people in Manhattan. Hippseses.

"Meagan! A plane just crashed into a building in Manhattan! Are you dead?"


"Is Joey dead?"


"Good talk."

Something like that.

I better make sure my other New York friends aren't dead. My heart is like... so big.

I met with the career counselor today. She asked me if I'd considered forgetting about employment and instead trying to marry some rich old woman. I said I'd sent out a few resumes but had yet to get a callback.

I'm eating Oreos and milk. Been too long.

[10:19:02 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says: It's like a paradox.
[10:19:18 PM] Scott D. Scheule says: And at the same time, a non-paradox.

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