Till then, here is a small story that lives up to the disgustingly poor level of storytelling you've come to expect on this blog:
When I went to New York, I went to this bar called Max Fish a couple of times. Working behind the bar was a girl that I decided then and there was probably the most beautiful girl in the world – something I decide whenever I see any girl with a nice smile without a swastika tattooed to her forehead. I didn't talk to her or anything, 'cause this was in real life and not in a movie. I just ordered my beers and sat around awkwardly with people I didn't know that well and tried not to look at her.
I forgot all about that until last night I read my neighbours copy of Russh Magazine and came to this page.
It was her! And she had a name. Shelley Zander. Confirmed then and there. Shelley Zander is the most beautiful girl in the world (if you don't include Emily Browning, Casey Mulligan, Audrey Tatout or my ex-girlfriend).
No stars.
