What does everyone need help with in the morning?

I lost my second client ever. She decided to terminate... I just don't decompartmentalize effectively...not my fault...it was building since the last person that was fired. I am learning better strategies. Anyway, I was asked to watch a girl get berated and then I got berated today... for something else...sorry to be vague. I shouldn't be writing about this anyway.

Anyway, I worked the door at a private event and got a hat yesterday. These girls acted as if they were going home so as to not invite me to hang out. Is that rude or being kind to my feelings?

Family Stone is awesome.

Luke Wilson: I had a dream you were a beautiful little girl shoveling the snow... and I was the snow.

So cute.

Going to KKEGEL job Christmas party!

Nighty Night.... Pray the MTA does not go on strike... If they do then I am stuck...

Do I smell?

Thought I smelled today. I wore my brown dress and white sequined bolero.

I am going to a pre-screening of the Family Stone then going to an after party at Stereo.

I just ate a piece of chocolate.

I have to pee.

I am cold. Its too fucking cold!!!

More later...

UPDATE:

Blogging direct from the TEK SERVE looking a merch I will never afford.

I hope my boss gives up Christmas Bonuses.

I have nothing else to say.

What I want for Christmas:
an iPod
Money
a gift certificate for a facial
clothes
MOney for clothes
a strap on so that I can rape Sax Christmas morning while singing Sunday Morning by the Velvet Underground(Christmas is on a Sunday this year!)
boots

why do you have to write about fucking mexicans?!

Hi,

I am writing to you from the boudoir of Lex watching the Comedians of Comedy.

I asked Sax the ultimate question on the train:

Yummicoco: Is there such a thing as sitting next to someone for too long?

Meaning that if you get on a train, sit next to someone, then people start to leave, is it right to move seats.

These are the deep questions that course through my brain.

I stretched and my button popped off my pants.

So I stretched and my button popped off my short pants that I bought in Paris in 2001 this past Friday. Then I shared a burger and cheese fries with cousin and lex on that cold, bitter nipples cold evening at my once favorite diner Tick Tock near Penn Station.

Lex: I would make so much money if I waited here... and I would be the only person that speaks English. Its like fucking Mexico in here.


We ate, we bitched, we bonded over the lack of cheese on the fries.

Then Lex and I headed to Willamsburg to check out this exhibit at Stay Gold. I hate Willamsburg. Poseurs, Nameplates and tall leather boots...oh please. The bartender who bearly moved her lips as she spoke threw drinks at Lex and I so I scratched my name off their mailing list, writing "The bartender was incredibly rude" instead.

SIDE NOTE: DHL man asked where I was from as a pick up line. As a dismissal, I told him that I was from here so as not to give him a way in. He took it as a dismissal and left me alone.

Saturday, Rhoumie's birthday at Puck's Fair Bar, I met a Spainard wearing an Irish clatter (sp?) ring. I knew in an instant that he was corny.

Its that simple.

Got jipped selling clothes to Beacon's Closet but I still love Beacon's Closet. I want to sell my BCBG leather jacket. $100. Why keep something that would look nice on someone else... and then maybe I can pay Con-ED and my student loans again.