note to self

February 5, 2007  |  journal entries

Dear Sinclair,When winter finally sets into New York City, and it’s precisely eight degrees outside NOT INCLUDING THE WIND CHILL, and you finally decide to get the hat out of your bag that you’ve been carrying around for months and hate to wear, and you put it on, and wear it all the way to work, then when you get to work, you MUST CHECK YOUR HAIR IN THE MIRROR before eleven am, because you look like a doofus.

Sincerely,

Sinclair

ps: at least the rest of you looks goooood today. ;)

 

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1 Comment


  1. 8 degrees. Ha! Remember where you came from. Lest I say it's February?

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