12 Oct 2007 › 3:20pm
I guess love is in the air. Cause Kelly found himself a lovely lady-friend named Jasmine who has her own death metal band! The combination of joy and surprise that flashed across his face when he told me about it reminded me of how I felt the time I found a Chanel bag at the Goodwill (back home in the good ole’ MW). He’s super psyched, and it is tre-tre adorable. I can only imagine the two of them playing World of Warcraft together late into the night. Anyway, he brought me some gut wrenchingly tragic “boudoir” photos that one exec had taken of herself (with what appeared to be a less than top of the line camera phone) and e-mailed to her partner in tryst. Yes, these are the same morons that had that asinine Blackberry exchange a while back. (Omg! Omg! Omfg! Ring any bells?). The pictures were so icky (though the cruel cruel truth was softened slightly by poor lighting and a shaky hand), mostly because they were just poorly conceived. I mean, would you wear a Cross-Your-Heart support bra while performing a striptease? If that’s not a flagrant display of shitty planning skills, I don’t know what is. I can only conclude that the division she oversees is a complete and total disaster.
