jessicagawker: Okay, listen: I had a dream about you last night. About this. About the IMs where you ignore me.
jessicagawker: I'm dead fucking serious, dude.
jessicagawker: I dreamt that I was sending you an IM about you covering something on your site, something stupid, and YOU ANSWERED ME.
jessicagawker: You said you'd have your "assistants review the content" or something similarly formal. But then I kept bugging you, and it came out that it was your assistant IMing me from your name. He was in Tribeca, I think, so we met for coffee. He was nice and had curly hair.
jessicagawker: I'm DREAMING about this shit, Matt, so just type one damn letter and hit return and keep me from going insane.
jessicagawker: You're a remarkably cruel man.