Character: Andrea "Andy" Sachs (Andrea "Andy" Sachs). Page 1

The Elevator boy smiled sadly and I pressed the button for the penthouse. He was like a woman batters husband: dull, entirely resigned to his fate.

After four weeks, I once again felt himself a man, even after two realized that the life of the home, with parents unbearable for me. Mom and dad were nice, but had a habit of asking about this wherever I go, whenever I was about to leave, and where I was - when I came back, and it quickly got tired.

That moment came on the threshold of the Runway, I knew I was not fit for the position. Not the ones that need was my hair and clothes, but most importantly - that was not my position in life. I knew nothing about the modeling industry and did not want to know. Not at all. That means I need to get this job.

She didn't care about the fact that nine o'clock in the morning in Paris - it's three in the morning in new York and that it will ruin my day off. She called to once again drive me crazy, to hurt me more painfully. She called to provoke me. She called to I hated her even more.

I forgave her that she is starving to death, but I could not forgive that she talked about it.

There are habitually screamed the alarm clock. Yeah! So, I mean, yesterday remembered me today to move. It confirmed that I'm still not completely insane. Well, after all, consolation.

Just watch me sick the way they love each other.

Andy, listen, don't be stupid. You love Alex, he loves you, but what's the big deal if you're a little kiss with the other guys?

I ought to take preventive measures and being in contact with each relevant person to ensure that our carefully designed plan has worked.

Of course, not very nice to know that if we hadn't worked for Miranda priestly, these same people there is the same hesitation moved us to their limousines.

I agreed, and it was the first of thousands, millions of times when I've agreed with any words just to shut her up.

The ideal man was to have five "priorities" virtues: intelligence, sense of humor, good figure, attractive appearance and work, which would fall under the broad definition of "normal." Since the possibility of the existence in nature of such an ideal was at best questionable, stood five "secondary" qualities. Here was no crazy "ex", abnormal parents, or sex-crazed roommates; in addition, they considered the presence of the guy has any vital interests (except sports and porn).

A real man? Funny. Before, when I heard that phrase, I always imagined Shaquille O'neal, racing with the ball to the ring, and certainly not an expert in coloring hair.

He confidentially leaned towards me, his admiration for you can touch with your fingers.