Poor little matchstick girl

Azee has not yet been paid by the evil beast she freelances for. Azee is broke. That's why I fed her pizza and wine last night at my apartment, rather than go out and spend our life savings on Kettle One and Cranberry's and Gin and Tonics. We also watched White Oleander on Demand, which I thought was much better than the scores of negative reviews would imply. Because we're big saps, we even cried.

The thing about the film, in my opinion, is that you can really relate to it. Well, maybe not if you're a boy. But after watching it, we had long discussions about the beliefs of our parents, and how either absorbing them or rebelling against them has shaped our various neuroses.

And then we talked about sex. And boobs. And food. This is why Azee is my favorite drinking buddy. Even if she doesn't put out when you buy her pizza, wine and a movie.