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Pt 2: I stopped eating and drinking and breathing, because what I heard was this: “I love you. I just don’t know it yet.” So naturally, I went and made a fool of myself. That Wednesday was dinner and a movie. I called in Indian. Korma, rice pilaf, nan bread with those little sweet bits.

Pt.1 : I blamed it on a 5’11 Dutch model but to be honest, it was his fault for liking Dutch models in the first place. She was glossy and gorgeous and every time I saw one of those ads I’d have to deal with it……… We’ve all known chics like that – Haylie Duff’s

I blamed it on a 5’11 Dutch model but to be honest, it was his fault for liking Dutch models in the first place. She was glossy and gorgeous and every time I saw one of those ads I’d have to deal with it. A billboard sized it with slim hips and thighs and an

Nov 05 It was four in the morning when she woke me. “They’re there. They wont go away. They’re so mournful and sad.” Turns out two Edwardian chics were standing in the corner of her room. Crying alot. She could feel their pain. It was killing her. I asked if she was on crack and

The lunch crowd are lazying around the library. On the steps. Beneath the portico. By the tram. They’re sucking down iced lollies in Exchange Square and £8 cocktails up and down Deansgate. Diners drink and don’t eat under umbrellas and open sky. I want sun blushed tomatoes. Crusty bread. Balsamic and olive oil to dip

Klein writes in ‘girlfriends around the table’ relatable. Natural narration that makes the reader forget the New York native’s not sitting in front of them, sharing mother-in-law horror stories and mouth watering metaphors. (She’s all about ’emotion as food’ …because isn’t it just?) Readers will laugh and cry. Love and hate. They’ll connect with Klein;

“I am thin. Like a piece of string.” Chris would say the words and I’d nod like a madwoman and look at others to agree. Sometimes they would – because she was smart and hot and the homecoming queen. Sometimes they’d just shake their heads and not understand. We wrote SNL skits in our spare

Filed away under ‘Princeton’ and ‘Pink Shag Carpet’ are the following: Chris, Earl and me. A two story brick and a gas main. Random annoyances, foreign athletes, and the odd mom ….or two. ICQ, academia and romantic pursuits. Wine by the gallon, midnight sausage runs and Victoria’s Secret. Shared wardrobes, spats, and fourth year finals.

Drawing Characters: 28 Nov 05 I’m drawing characters at the moment. Another little procrastination trick I’ve learned. I have several hundred to choose from. For years I’ve been in the habit of people watching. I carry my notebook everywhere. Sketch what I see. With words instead of lines. The man who wears the dirty Octoberfest

Steph is gorgeous. That’s the first thing you notice. It’s why everyone’s staring. She doesn’t know it. Doesn’t understand how a crowd can get so caught up in just the look of her. It’s part of her charm. Part of her freshness. Part of that something that just makes you want to stare and wish