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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Happy Birthday, Norah Jones!

Dear Norah,

Quit your whining. I’ll tell you why I didn’t come: Your apartment is filthy! Look at those dishes piled up in the sink. We had Chinese a week and a half ago. With your clothes all over the place, I can’t even see the floor. You know something else? You’re allowed to recycle your newspapers. They don’t have to pile up in the corner.

Clean up that stinkhole and maybe I’ll think about coming by. In the meantime, I’ll be at my place. You know, the one without the roaches.

Happy birthday!

Geoff Wolinetz