Hot Shoes!!!

Hey!

I am lame and you no longer read my blog.

I am drinking ginger tea, procrastinating (sp?) trying to cover my tracks for a work related assignment. I can't say anymore about that. But lets just say shady.... shady!

Been interviewing, making small moves that have not brought me far enough to leave this place. I have it pretty good here and I am on the right path but still I feel like I want something else.

Sax: you should just write and be my road manager.

I could be Sharon Osborne!

Anyway, went to the Brooklyn Public Library on Saturday with Sax. Took out "Hot Shoes". Sang "Hot Shoes. What pretty feet! Hot Shoes. Can't be beat" . I made it up myself.

Then we bought delicious Jamacian patties at Christie's on Flatbush.

Then we went to Rivington Guitars.

Then we went to Sugar Sweet Sunshine.

Then Sax bought me a two dollar bracelet in Chinatown and I suddenly remembered my cousin's

wait Boss is here.

ALERT!!! Boss is cracking down. I was called in to office to find out that someone was being "let go". Fuck! Pray for me dear reader. Times are getting rough.