Getting mail is so exciting nowadays. Today, I received a card from friend Karen, who was my boss when I worked at Nevada Humanities. The card featured a photo she had taken herself, and the note was about the Chris Pine (one of my imaginary celebrity husbands) article she had sent me — and ripped out of a magazine in order to do so.
Pine’s words of wisdom, from the story:
You may be great-looking, you may be charming. But it doesn’t fucking guarantee squat. It’s just not guaranteed.
I know Karen is one of the few who actually reads these posts, so thank you again! I loved it and plan to hang up both the card and the black and white photo of Mr. Pine on my mini bulletin board.