the most emotional breakup ever

So I got a new job! Woo-Hoo.

The peace-out attempt was so severe I got a fever blister.

I gotta download his music...

Greetings from Garden State Plaza!

I am blogging direct from the Apple Store, steadily kicking it Jersey Style.

Argued with Sax over the English language at Royal Cliffs Diner then played Mortal Combat in the lobby.

Took the bus into Jersey last night after having had very filling Chinese with Lex at Sammy on 6th ave.

As my dad pulled into the mall parking lot to drop us off, Sax started to tell me about his messy over 40 year old friend who's ex-girlfriend once described him as a "bear with furniture".

Yummicoco: yeah like you.

Anyway, got to run to Sam Goody (store's closing for good :-o) before my dad meets us at Banana Republic to take us home.

Last Night A DJ Saved My Life

About to lead a ridiculous staff meeting...

What did I get Sax for Val Day?

Hannes Boxer Briefs
Blocks of "good" chocolate from whole foods
pocket sized toliet seat covers.

declining declined decline

Not important to blog about.

Cut my hair and everyone in the office is like.... "um, I really do like your hair" As if I need their acceptance or something.

Anyway, working so must bounce.

Bye.

Let me put it to you this way...

Which is the opening praise I hear a lot from the people that I pester and harass for other people. I heard it just now from a radio personality that I had no idea was as hot shit as she made herself seem over the phone.

This morning, I read in yesterday's Daily that at the Heatherette show, a publicist went up to an editor and said "I will buy your seat for $500" for a client that wanted to sit in the front row.

Would I do that?

At last night's show for a newcomer, I stood in the front watching the pretty sticks walk by in functional clothing that was not that inspiring.

Cool moments?

Clear tape protruding from a Slavic stick with a flat flat-top pulling up her strapless dress that was falling. No nipples revealed which was fine because the tape was so much more intriging.

FREE SHIT EVERYWHERE!
Water bottles for dehydrated editors---because fashion week is so hard and stressful!, York peppermint patties and York hot chocolates, magazines, stupid fashion lookbooks and fashion show guides. I grabbed pads of paper from MAC and Oil Sheen from Panteen that I will never use but took because it was free.

Spotting... now his name escapes me-- the guy from Top Model who once described a Top Model's style as "liquid orgasm". The latino version of Steven Cojouru from ET on MTV and I think I spotted the short fat black woman from Everybody Loves Raymond. Can you sense my sarcasm?!

Anyway, it was fun and short and free like me so I can't complain. I was home by 10:30 and in bed by 12.

Happy Friday!

Yo, what's up?

Still at work and its almost 8pm. Breaking my Bryant Park Fashion Show cherry tonight. Hope its smooth and gentle.

Yeah, don't eat the cookie!

So I had to delete and re-post last post for fear of getting busted cuz I felt like I got busted today.

"You see, I didn't yell at you at all today"

Whoa! I think he's been reading yummicoco.

But my blog is my journal! I hate feeling censored.

Anyway, hosted my very nice and adult first-ever dinner party with Dave P., bf Kurtlan and Sax.

A gay couple and an interracial couple-- sO New York it hurts!

I served chocolate cake from Whole Foods.

We should have brought out the boardgames... instead I brought out my Jem DVD.

No one was interested in Jem.

Cats Jackie and Stella love the party too and I think they really missed them when they left.

Yummicoco to Sax this afternoon:

You've never been busted for anyway.

Sax: Nah, cuz I don't write anything down.

Yummicoco: So you're a postmodernist?

Whatever, I have no point so I will stop right there.

Since I gave the plunger away: I am not trying to tell you how to do your job

Since giving the plugger away to a neighbor cuz I was grossed out, I was forced to go to another neighbor to borrow his plunger. Why? Because I don't know where the first neighbor lives! You know why? Cuz, I don't know my neighbors at all! I am an antisocial neighbor who does not know jack shit about using a plunger.

Neighbor Joel (found out name upon return of plunger) has a record collection. I thought cool.

Yummicoco: We have a big record collection too. What kind of stuff do you have?

Joel: A lot of techno... some Motown.

Guess he is a DJ. Did not ask.

Anyway, my toliet exploded with Feline Pine and cat shit yesterday. I was by myself as Sax was with his jazz dork friends playing jazz.

Water was everywhere! Stella the cat was snooping around as the water overflowed onto the floor. I was still in my work clothes and blue Rite-Aid slippers.

I used an old brita container catch the overflowing water and used the Sunday times and have of The Onion to clean up the wet mess.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I am a big dork at work! Since yesterday, two people have prefaced their comments to me with "not trying to tell you how to do your job but..."

Ok, I know I suck!