andrew/woj

miranda priestly: the details of your incompetence do not interest me.  tell simone i’m not going to approve that girl she sent me for the brazilian layout.  i asked for clean, athletic, smiling; she sent me dirty, tired, and paunch.  and rsvp yes to michael kors’ party.  i want the driver to drop me off at 9:30 and pick me up at 9:45 sharp.  then call natalie at glorious foods and tell her no, for the 40th time, no, i don’t want dacquoise, i want tortes filled with warm rhubarb compote.  then call my ex-husband and remind him that the parent/teacher conference at dalton tonight. then call my husband. ask him to please meet me for dinner at that place i went to with mossimo. also, tell richard i saw all the pictures that he sent for that feature on the female paratroopers and they’re all so deeply unattractive. is it impossible to find a lovely, slender, female paratrooper? am i reaching for the stars here? not really. also i need to see all the things that nigel has pulled for gwyneth’s second cover try. i wonder if she’s lost any of that weight yet.  who is that?