Sunday, August 31

CHICK FLICKS

My Italian friend A. came for dinner this weekend. I like this friend so much I used to think I was in love with her. She’s always happy and so beautiful it hurts. I gave her a book by Dr. Phil for her birthday. Not that she seems to need Dr. Phil, but it might be nice to know he’s within reach. We talked about hairdressers, chickflicks, her studies and interrail. Then she showed me what the best way to make pasta is. (First you add a lot of water, and before the pasta cooks you start to stir.) During dinner she said: “If I feel down I’ll buy lingerie, it makes me feel more feminine.”