Like nostalgia for something you know never existed.
And never will.
03 July 2006
The most ridiculous night ever.
Until tomorrow night. Seriously, fuck publishing.
I can get away with saying that after 1am in the morning.
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Layovers.
Shameless plug.
Things I Love, #81.
I want these motherf***ing dogs off this motherf**...
I won't be your last dance, just your last goodnight.
The Best Line I've Ever Heard While Helping a Girl...
The Last Night.
The Future of Publishing.
B&N.
Santa Fe.
Egosurfing.
Response.
"Let's start buildin' some hurtin' bombs!"
Vanilla.
Covers.
Contents.
Features.
From the Department of Duh.
On how much Central Park totally rocks.
Explode.
The Day of the Three Museums.
Still can't sleep.
Is it a coincidence?
Peter Kaplan said he would subscribe to my magazin...
Disausted.
Camp Conde Nast.
More than cute.
Unprofessional.
Forza Italia! (pt. 2)
Meh.
The problem with this city.
On the superficiality of politics and the meaning ...
Ultimate New York Friday.
He must be stopped.
No. 6.
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No. 4.
No. 3.
No. 2.
No. 1.
By the way.
The most ridiculous night ever.
Intensity.
Holy. Shit.
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