Calvin Klein’s Rehab Diary, Day Number One
Dear Diary:
Honestly, I just wanted to tell that adorable Latrell Sprewell what a towering athletic talent he has. But I suppose it’s time to reflect, and get recentered. This is just a little setback.
Thank God they’ve redecorated since the last time I was here. Rehab was such a DEPRESSING place to be in the 80’s. One always felt like one was missing out on some fabulous party. Now you never know who you’ll run into right here! I saw a picture of that Melanie Griffith up on the wall of the dining hall. She’s married to that Antonio Banderas– why on EARTH would you need to get doped up when you had HIM around the house, I ask you? I could just eat him up with a spoon. And I’m STRAIGHT, mind you.
But back to the redecoration. SO glad they’ve done away with the pink-and-taupe color scheme. But these sheets, they’re like sandpaper! These must be a 100-thread count, max. WHERE do they get them from, K-Mart? Had I known, I would have brought my own, and some to share.