love day in manhattan, yeow! it's as if a giant made of roses died somewhere in midtown and hundreds of ant-messengers are carrying pieces of him away to feed their larvae. this year my horrible luck has taken the form of extreme facial disfigurement, an impressive low even by traditional standards: one of my wisdom teeth decided to materialize saturday night, so one side of my face freaked out and blew up. now i'm half me, half madeleine albright (or the georgetown mascot, depending on your frame of reference). st. valentine, you never cease to amaze.

lesley's fashion tip of the day:
prada bags are for small asian girls with med school boyfriends.

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