From Amy...

That is too funny. I was worried that Ellen would look down on me for wearing flip flops to our meeting today. And I'm right this very instant eating a bagel with poppy seeds on it thinking I'd have someone to check my teeth before I go and talk to them. If I need to buy floss, it's coming out of expenses.

Oh, and I am so posting portions of the emails to the blog. This is the shit I'm talkin' bout.

From Michael...

What a dirty drunk whore!

There is just too much here to have fun with.
I literally stopped and started three different tracks.
Oh God! I REALLY miss you guys despite the recent changes.
Amy is a mommy, Ellen is a copywriter and Joe is Japanese.
As for me, well, I still play a mean game of Russian Roulette.

God, I miss you guys...

from Ellen...

um, full disclosure, it's Tueaday night at
9:00 and I just came from my acting class and a whole bunch of us went
out for drinks and right now I'm hammerred. So irresponsible, I know.

I forgot to mention to some of you Improvoholics, I got a promotion at
work. I'm no longer the receptionist, I'm a copywriter now. Whoo-hoo!
Yes, I'm writing ads now --
radio, print, what have you... big ad exec who gets drunk on Tuesday
nights, yessiree Bob! No longer thr recptionist and it's too freakin
weird.
Oiy, I've had 3 glasses of wine, I'm gone-zo. SUCH a light-weight, I
hate being so easy.