Falling out of love at this volume

It's goofy to me that Andree Putman has her own parfume. And so very French, no?

It is also goofy to me that the NYTimes writes an article about the Chelsea art scene ("Chelsea enters it's high baroque period") but doesn't speak to any artists or dealers in the area, just cynical (and probably jealous) artists and dealers in other areas. Why should Chelsea have to apologize for its successes?

And it's also goofy to me that I've got this gawdy sparkley-red fingernail polish on with a great name: I'm Not Really A Waitress and it looks so white-trash, gum snapping, Kool smoking ridiculously hot.