On a whim yesterday I submitted an application for the New York Post's "dating game." I returned home to a voice mail from someone at the Post wanting to schedule me for a headshot. Now this could be interesting/humiliating/terrifying. I really have got to stop smoking crack in the office . . .



Oy...
Posted by: m#1 | May 25, 2004 at 07:05 PM
Is there some reason you simply deleted this tasty tidbit from our conversation earlier this evening?
Posted by: LDK | May 26, 2004 at 04:27 AM