A warning label should note that, in real life, the azure sky in the background would be just a wee brownish because so many suckers purchase these pointless gas-chuggers. I've always wondered how a clothing company has managed to sell gobs of stylish clothes to moderately educated and politically aware professionals with a name that evokes the ruthless economic colonization of poor Latin American countries. It's your room. Do what you want in it. The Ritz Carlton.
Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.
I'm drifting, and drinking my coffee way too fast. Ah, finally something potentially substantial, a word from the editor, Ms. Dana Cowin. I had been looking forward to the adventure of this issue for a while. In fact, I'm only on page 23 and am already getting a little jittery and pissy. I want to make your birthday wish come true.