I am a stupid.

I just emailed my favourite Internet writer Choire Sicha because I really liked his piece for Radar today, even though it was kind of about being pestered by the youngs! Like me!

And now I feel really stupid about sending it, because it was kind of nonsensical and annoyingly gushy, and I would hate to have him think of me as a suck-up or media leech who would ever stoop to wearing a dress made out of I don’t know condoms to get attention and publicity, which is weird because I suppose his opinion of me should have no bearing on me. I don’t know. I wish I could somehow reach into his inbox and, like, delete my email forever.

Whatever, I guess it will give him something to roll his eyes at.