Cellar Door
I just passed Jake Gyllenhaal on Sixth Avenue. White shirt, red shorts. Della (or Justin) might say he was a “little slice of heaven right here on Earth.” I don’t know what else to say… except maybe that this totally makes up for the fact that I had to walk by Eric Nies last week sitting on a bench outside the Houston St. American Apparel, inside of which was Dov Charney giving some sort of employee speech for everyone to see. It was a parade of rathernots. And Jake made it right.




















6 Comments to Cellar Door
by anonymousmom
On June 21, 2006 at 8:28 pm
le sigh.
by melissa
On June 21, 2006 at 8:54 pm
you saw eric nies and you didn’t call me!
by brad
On June 21, 2006 at 9:14 pm
hey! if i called you every time i saw a reality star on the street, i’d… well, maybe i’d call more often.
by kai
On June 21, 2006 at 11:07 pm
im so jealous it hurts deep inside.
by nicole - yeah that one
On June 22, 2006 at 3:14 pm
jake gyllenhaal is one hot son of bitch – but in no way compares to you b rad
by brad
On June 22, 2006 at 4:04 pm
oh, right. i forgot. i’m hotter than jake gylenhaal. weird.