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So the Republicans are here. Lame. & the weekend is over, & it was too short. I spent yesterday at Jacob Riis beach with Anna. After we were as hot & sandy as we could stand, we made our way to Park Slope, where we sat in dark, bare O'Connors for hours, drinking Bloody Marys & somehow making ourselves thoroughly depressed. To cheer ourselves up, we decided to go see Without a Paddle, which was a terrible idea.
I'm starting to run out of things to blog about. It's not because I don't have anything to say; it's because too many people know where my blog is, which is entirely my fault. I'm going to have to start doing that blind item thing they do in gossip columns, where they hint at what's happening but don't name any names.

Like, which crazy Southerner just won't take a hint?
Which well-meaning friend needs to stop acting like a wuss & just talk to her already?
Which hottie watched three episodes of 24 with me on Friday nite, & stayed over later to make out?
Which Williamsburg resident is getting on my nerves by forcing our friendship?
Which former co-worker better not move to Queens?
Which Sex & The City star did I see crossing Canal Street on Saturday, pushing a stroller, wearing no makeup & looking totally chunked-out?

OK, that last one was Cynthia Nixon. But you already knew that, didn't you?