Somehow today, while eating lunch in a booth facing a mirror, I came to the stark realization that I am inevitably going to have to get filler in my laugh lines. Awesome. Even more awesome is the fact that everytime I mentioned this fact to someone in public, a scary Boca plastic-faced woman would walk by.
Oh well. I'm guess I'm past my prime to realize my modeling hopes. I got into a conversation with this girl at Target about how she lives with eight other girls in a 2-bedroom "model apartment" at the Gansevoort and all she has to do is pass out flyers promoting the gym. I thought they had gotten some sick unlisted deal on an apartment to show potential guests. Turns out, they were actually all models, hence the "model apartment." Duh.