10/30/06 conversation:
Me: “I’m obsessed with Sandy’s bagel slicer. Ooh! Can you please feature it prominently in a scene this season?”
Josh Schwartz: “Because you’ve requested it, yes.”

Q&A
finale recap
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I wrote this little O.C. Appreciation column for today.

Finale is tonight. OH MY GOD WILL YOU WATCH?

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We do not TOLERATE people who abbreviate words in texts. Spell it out. If you think that would make things too long and tiresome for you, consider simply making the text message shorter. We could all use the break from your usual bullshit anyway.

Luv U

AB

From EW.com: Glamorous entertainment writer Annie Barrett drools in the shape of a smiley face onto a plate of Oscar-nomintated desserts. (Close enough.)

I spent the week in Illinois. You know what that means!

Here’s another rare find along Chicago’s Interstate 55. This highway sure does have a highly developed sense of humor. (One of its other features, a subliminal advertisement for California Pizza Kitchen, has playfully toyed with my heart since I was wee.)

I think I swerved across three lanes while attempting that photo, thus ironically increasing my chances of “getting plowed.” This site is so gonna come up on google searches for “getting plowed”. Ugh. Yes!

Then there’s this:

The Interstate 294 shot I always wanted to remember to take and now I have. I rule! It’s an Entenmann’s FACTORY! I’ve always missed it because it pops up right before O’Hare and I’m always busy rummaging through my candy stash for the flight or realizing I left my passport in a different car or something. I’d usually make some sort of exasperated sound, like “Enhhhh!” to which my concerned parents would be like “What?!” And then I’d keep silent, because “I just missed taking a f—ing photo of the Entenmann’s factory — AGAIN” isn’t exactly how I like to be remembered, post-visit.

Kidding! Look, mom and dad! Entenmann’s factory! Remember me?

I honestly almost bent down and did it for them. But then they would have gotten all AFRAID and flown away, and I’d be the girl pawing at a stranger’s abanonded lunch on the sidewalk. Plus, those filthy animals are probably carrying diseases. Not to mention the diseases of the original pizza-eater / sinner. And the fact that I’d be diverting my usually slow and lazy strolling path to cross the street and interact with pigeons. What would the other humans have thought?! They’d pass by giving me dirty looks, to which I’d snarl “They were missing the best part!”

This is totally something I’d have done if I was walking with a companion. I’d make it this big to-do, like “Just watch me go help out those pigeons” and she’d say “Okay…” while thinking “You’re disgusting and I’m never leaving the building in your company again.”

It also appears that during that moment of weakness, I forgot about how much I hate pigeons and they hate me.