12.26.04 :: 7:11 pm
I hope your shirts fit. Because, my bunny, I threw away the receipts in a fit of Costanza-wallet despair.
I can't wait for New Year's Eve. Because it'll be me and you and my girls and nothing on earth could be more exciting and fun.
And, apropos of a great evening at her place last night, I want to say that I think her man T is a "top-drawer" kind of guy and the two of you should be friends because two top-drawer gents hanging out together is at least one of a few signs that the universe is in proper, working order.
Have a safe flight home.