Tired of meeting “actors slash investors slash screenwriters” at glitzy Hollywood clubs and chowing on the pathetic west-coast excuse for pizza, Rebecca returned to Beantown in 2010, the city that loves to sleep, where the subway doesn’t run past 12:40 and the weather ignores the seasons entirely.
And she couldn’t be happier.
Rebecca enjoys Jason Shwartzman movies, supermarket sushi when she can’t afford the real thing, and iced coffee in the dead of winter: preferably sub-zero temperatures. She’s a tad ashamed that the local McDonald’s cashier knows her coffee order by heart now. She’s not the least bit ashamed, however, that the bespectacled Asian at Seven Eleven knows to charge her $1.27 for a Big Gulp without even looking up.
Her best impressions are of Louis Armstrong and The Ladies Man from SNL.
This could be either endearing or disturbing: decide for yourself.
can i take some of the credit for introducing you to supermarket sushi
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