I KNEW there was a reason i had this huge bottle of pills in my hand.
SG, in 2002, I was still living in San Francisco (this was the Xmas before I came back to NYC), and there was no damn way on earth i was about to endure cross-country travel again to spend a drunken, screaming holiday with my psycho family (no matter HOW fabulous my mother is, the rest of them are a bunch of lunatics). My best friend just *happened* to be going to the Caribbean with his family, so I told my parents that I was TERRIBLY sorry that I had to miss Christmas with them (not), but I was being taken on a vacation by my friend's family. I wrote a cute little postcard note, sent it along with my best friend (who is a brilliant artist and can draw ANYTHING) who then bought a postcard, copied my note onto it in my handwriting, and mailed it to my mom from Jamaica.
Trust me, you're not going to hell.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Julia: Pardon me, I never knew they were so solicitous at the K-Mart.
Updated On: 12/22/05 at 02:53 PM
