1. The fact that Kate Moss does drugs is about as surprising as discovering that models develop eating disorders. This is no news flash. The unfortunate thing is that now that the chips are down, her clients who loved her while she was coked up don't want to be within 10 feet of her.
2. Henry asked if I hated Coldplay because of the singer's marriage to GP and I had to admit that I'm not hating her anymore. I'm directing all that toward Zellweger. Now we'll see if my vow holds up when I receive my next issue of Vogue.
3. It's high time someone invented teleportation. I am sick of all this string theory and new forms of matter crap Science seems to be wasting its time on. Pull it together and get me from here to there without the reservations and boarding passes and time delays.
4. Wild Oats is my new favorite. I just wish I were closer because then I could have more mousse cupcakes! More wheatgrass! More bar-be-qued meatish products! More giant smoothies!
5. Maybe the Vietnamese bedroom needs to head back to the Russian farmhouse aesthetic. Suddenly, icy green is feeling played.
6. Thanks to Jenschuetz and Naz for making me go back to the Fox & Hound for ridiculous drinks. But no thanks for going away again.
7. City Museum for my birthday and I am definitely buying knee pads for this trip. I plan on crawling around until they kick me out. And I'm wearing my sash.
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