Celebrities are fun to write about and gawk at (if you’re lucky enough to encounter one in its native habitat), but I have a feeling I would just not be compatible with the likes of Lindsay or Paris or even that sweet – seeming Michelle Trachtenberg. It just wouldn’t work. I need downtime. Also, my cell phone is five years old and I look weird in sunglasses.

Sienna Miller, on the other hand, is the kind of girl I would kill to hang out with, or at least borrow clothes from. She’s my frush: friend – crush. She would be like the older sister I never had. We would eat scones and talk shit and wear ironic porkpie hats. If only she knew I was right here, waiting… Read More »