19 Jan 2010
3:15 pm
So I guess the burning question on everyone's mind is: Q: did I or did I not shag Bloke in my childhood bedroom. A. Duh! Just kidding (no, not about the shag, that totally happened), but I know you could all give a toss. However, I'll bet you ARE wondering how Naomi's bedroom bird dilemma went down. Well honey-chile, she actually agreed to move them out of the master bedroom and into the (wait for it) guest room. Remember how curious I was about her apartment? Well get this shidt... it turns out that the NayNay is the proud renter (thank you rent control) of a classic six. I guess she inherited the lease from her grandmother or something. It's like she's friggin Mia Farrow or something. Anyway, I'm just sick with jealousy. Sick. But now I know in my heart that Naomi can never leave New York. I wonder how long it will take for her main squeeze, Mr. Dumpty, to figure out the same. I mean once you've lived in a big, NYC apartment with actual breathing room, how on earth could ANYTHING in the Middle West ever compare?
