March 28, 2006 -- LATELY, I've been having this recurring dream where I'm alternately beating up and making out with Jonathan Safran Foer. In the dream, we are standing in a small, sunlit room. "You know, I really think your writing style is precocious," I'll say, and push him around a bit. Next, we start kissing. Then I take him to task on his narrative flow and excessive use of adjectives, while he holds my hand and tells me I'm pretty.
This probably could have been written by Susan and me. As she likes to say, if she met JSF, she would "scream like a Japanese girl at a Michael Jackson concert."
(via Gawker)
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