to all my single ladies

Day off. Most likely going to go back to sleep. It's hot and I feel sticky, wondering if all those beat writers surviving the sixties in the village, holed up in their studios curling their bodies over typewriters- only leaving for wine and cigarettes and to visit other writers hunched over their typewriters- were hot and sticky as well? Must have been. They were playing the role of the tortured artist after all.

To all my single ladies: Yesterday was girls day. E (different from Tuesday and Wednesday) and S and I were the only interns and our emails were labeled to (understood our) sweet girls all day long. And after work I finally got a chance to know and hang with the roomies, plus their friends S and K. Turns out? Not so intimidating, but very fun and sweet. Grabbed dinner at the gray dog about three blocks up and talked boys, clothes, and what the plans for the summer were (free dancing lessons anyone?) and like I said it was a girls night out.

So love to all, I'm about to sleep in just a teency bit more, and here's a shout out to W (since he asked for it), but also deserved it. Yours forever.

-Mandy