I signed up for a myspace.com account, and found that except for a friend from college and our very own Ree, no one will be my friend!

Not only must I accept that I am now not hip, I must realize that I naver have been hip.

I shall refill my glass with the cheap Chilean Cabernet I've been drinking. And keep dreaming.

The Moscow subway map t-shirt Marlena sent me absolutely kicks ass. Maybe I can be hip after all.