Sorry

Sometimes you just need to take a break you know? You hit speedbumps, you take public transportation, and for some reason you always lose your phone on public transportation, but you're waiting for your most recent freelance writing check so you can't just up and BUY the new phone you want, because you're Sarah, and not Kate Golden, and you like fancy phones, and damn that bartender you asked for a margarita and he gave you something more resembling a Long Island Ice Tea or what we referred to in college as "Mind Erasers." I don't drink hard liquor anymore, since January, and that way I don't get alcohol depression or say something rude to Tim.
So, I didn't hit a real wall, but a small one, and now I'm trying to finish a freelance piece and then I'm going to focus on getting my life together, paying bills, cleaning the house, sending out more resumes, and looking for the Wii Fit, which Tim has to buy because I have to save for a new phone. Nothing yet from MTV, of course I will tell you if I hear. WHEN I hear. xxx


I did read In the Woods

this week which kept me hung in suspense for four days straight, only to leave me a bit cold at the end,



and also snuck out to see Son of Rambow, which is just such an adorable film. I cried, but I always cry.

Doesn't Jessica Simpson look ridiculously gorgeous leaving Nobu? And that clutch is to die for.


I finally see Erica's point that the fringe obsession is snowballing out of control. Two more inches and they'll swallow her whole.


Oooh! Interpol's lead singer (Paul Banks, who once worked at Interview, just like me!) sunbathes with girlfriend Helena Christensen.


Look at the back of her! If this is 40, sign me up! She might be having a bit of a midlife crisis with all her young studs-- she went from Josh Hartnett to Heath Ledger to 29 year old Paul. But dudes do it all the time so whatever, as long as she is in touch with herself, more power to her!

And check out their matching pea coats and her fierce-ass cheekbones.