2 emails

I sent my friend Danny an email with a list of all the flea markets in Manhattan along with a note asking him when we'd be going. Here is his response:

You know you’re like a well-seasoned pimp; you lay the crack on the table and relish the joy watching your victims squirm to the threshold where you’ve achieved dominance, then seductively with a half cocked smile ask, do you like it, do you want it, do you need to go? At this point Pavlov’s dogs face competition. Yes yes give me the crack! Sign me up for the journey. You know I enjoy our adventures.

In all honesty I've always secretly thought of myself as both a pimp and a drug dealer so this email is pretty accurate.

The second email comes from a dear friend....and it made me a bit sad (the subject line said "things that break my heart":

today i broke a heel. i am poor, so i had to buy a pair of ugly shoes.

No one likes ugly shoes....and if I win the lottery I will take her to the store of her choice and buy her any pretty shoe her little heart desires.

What I am reading: I will admit that I have been watching alot of basketball....and reading alot of Stuff White People Like.
What I am listening to: Aimee Mann - You could make a killing
Current shoe obsession: