My imaginary best friend is renting a place in the city for the summer. Must go and investigate, maybe suggest she and I start a knitting circle while she's filming Eat Pray Love. If she asked me, I'd knit her an ivory mohair sweater with cables and popcorn stitches. Dish talks a big game and this will never happen. I like to give stars their privacy (too lazy to stalk). This is my weekend of tennis so your words won't reach my ears. My hope: Federer beats the giant Swedish tool that is Soderling. Women's tennis has been sketchy at best, with no clear favorites. My new gay boyfriend K, who might love Federer for more lustful reasons, has convinced me to get the tennis channel. Dish is a secret jock.
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