Here we are at a store in Times Square! Clearly I didn't shave my legs that day. Or my face. Or my arms.
When we stopped at The New York Times, the CEO was there, and Nelson and I struck up a conversation with him. I explained how I was a journalism major in college and he told me the New York Times needs more "young, beautiful, brilliant people to work for him." He told me I fit the criteria and he offered me a job right on the spot!
The New York Times even offered me a house in Chelsea, and a free limo service to and from work every day.
I also found my long lost brother. Do you see the resemblance?
We got so cold in Grand Central Station that we had to make a little fire out of french fries and ketchup. It didn't work so well. And we were out of a dinner.
Here I am again! This morning I shaved my face and put on my makeup.
Just then, I told Nelson a really funny joke. That, or he's unbelievably scared but doesn't want to show it so he put on a happy face.
We made a friend!
Nelson fell asleep standing against the wall, so I attempted to be poetic.
And then he attempted to be poetic.