OMFG, they are rennovating our officeplex as I sit here. I have been belched and farted at since, like, 6am! Hell! On! Earth!
In other news: hideous, crippling disappointment that the Warhol Museum's store does not, as promised in a magazine I read, have a set of pierogi-shaped string lights for sale on their website. How can you make a promise like that and then not come through? I am sure that whomever did that finished their day by kicking a puppy. Do I even need to tell you that the tiny, lit-from-within pierogies had adorable little smiley faces painted on them? Despair!
Quick-like seen/heard: I meant to remark last Wednesday on the super-hyper-mega-great Joel Gion cameo on "Gilmore Girls"! (Hey, I can't be both pretty and timely at the same time. Ha!) And look, Ken Mehlman is spotted dancing with a girl, stop the presses! Obsessed with the dog with the pandaesque dye-job 110%. Harper's has a new editor who is kind of a dish.