No, no, no, I will not make jokes about Haiti. I spent 20 minutes crying in my car after doing a shot of wheat grass this morning, listening to Amy Goodman interview survivors. And this, after I had carefully applied a smudged eye in preparation for the international male model who, for some inexplicable reason, wanted to interview for an editorial internship. And then I talked to my Dad who had discovered my blog. Truly, a terrible week.
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