February 4, 2010
Note
Upper East Side eggs:
Eight dollars a dozen!
That's why we live in Greenpoint next to the highway.
(THANK YOU GREG FOR ALERTING ME TO THIS PHENOMENON AND TAKING THIS PICHURE.)
Eight dollars a dozen!
That's why we live in Greenpoint next to the highway.
(THANK YOU GREG FOR ALERTING ME TO THIS PHENOMENON AND TAKING THIS PICHURE.)
Do you ever get this thing?
Where you wake up in the night with a tickle in your throat? And you cough and cough and cough?
And you have to get up and eat a piece of plain bread in the kitchen to make it stop itching?
Me, last night. I had that.
(Extra piece of bread by the bed, just in case.)
And you have to get up and eat a piece of plain bread in the kitchen to make it stop itching?
Me, last night. I had that.
(Extra piece of bread by the bed, just in case.)
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Dear Mr. Crazy Chef
Thank you for personally touching my chocolate.
With your dirty, onion-chopping hands.
Thank you for inspecting it with your face.
From:
Rebecca
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bought
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