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2004-02-19 - 1:00 p.m. Today my spinning class was great: no new people (says the girl who started a mere month ago) and no ostentatious wheezers (says the girl who turns bright red three minutes into the class). ______________ I need a career: yesterday on my way back from the gym the friendly 17 year old stoner at the bagel store started chatting while we waited for my bagel to toast. "So, are you a student?" Bagel lad. "No, I work at a law firm. But I'm not a lawyer, I'm a paralegal." Mind you I've recently realized how old I look (like a 76 year old Rodney Dangerfield) so I was flattered that he thought I was young enough to be a student. "Do you need to go to college for that?" "umm. Yes." "Huh. Like a 2 year college?" "no...a 4 year college." "Huh. And you're a paralegal?" _____________ My NY Post reading has gone out of control. I joked to a friend of mine the other day that my only goal before I die is to be on Page Six. Then I realized that it's TRUE. At our lecture brunch the other weekend I tried to concoct a psuedo-liberal arguement to Leo in favor of the NY Post but kept veering off to talk about how much I hate Cindy Adams. Thank God I now have a bag that proclaims my sentiments to the world. Liz Smith - now there's a classy dame. _______________ Update! Update! Update! CM
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