Breakfast: French Toast

My friend sent me this e-mail of what she really wanted to write to her manager:

Dear Hollywood Asshole,

Considering we haven't spoken since the first week of August 2004, approximately 6 months ago, I don't consider you to be my manager anymore. However, I've decided to write you this official e-mail anyway. Due to the fact that you haven't even set up a single meeting in the time we've been acquainted (you promised to set up a meeting with Lisa imminently following our last discussion in August) and have only talked the Hollywood talk, I can't continue with your representation. This is effective immediately. Good luck with your future ventures.

Sincerely,

M.

P.S My new lit manager is a million times better than you!

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Trip stories and a restaurant review of the worst new restaurant that you don't want to waste your money on.