This is life's ultimate cruelty. It offers us a taste of youth and vitality, and then it makes us witness our own decay

I completely forgot to mention my celeb sighting from this weekend. I was in Urban Outfitters, looking at some top I wouldn't actually buy b/c it's $30 for a mass produced vintage t-shirt, when I look up to see Janice Dickenson beside me. At first, I recoiled visably in disgust at the sight of that much botox up close, then I wondered if that was actually her or someone who just looks like her, then I went to my friend Lisa to see if she watched America's Next Top Model (answer: no) so I could point out to her that we were in the presence of an actual C list celebrity, just like the time I saw Melissa Rivers (being carried out of Saddle Ranch b/c the woman was so wasted- true story!). After deciding it was indeed Ms. Dickenson, I said to myself "Hmmm". B/c after all that, it's really not that interesting. Until...I ran into Rosanna Arquette on my way out of the store. I guess I didn't "run into her"...it wasn't like I said "Hey Rosanna, what's up" and she said "Reagan, how's it going". But I did see her.

I submitted a story to McSweeney's. I'm not a tv writer anymore, and I've already given up on my dreams of musical stardom, so now I'm going to be a short story writer. Sounds fun in theory. And so far, both Maryn and Ashley have loved it. The rest of you will have to wait for it to be published. Suckers.
R.