All I have to say is: Where the Fuck is Aeki Tuesday!?!

We miss you!

I used to giz in my sheets and let it chill...

Thanks Brazillian Muse for reminding me that I have a soul!

I stayed in Brooklyn from Thursday to now, recharging my low battery like an iPod.

Saw Marie Antoinette in Cobble Hill.

I like really liked it, like it was really fun and like really shows how like the French are like so stupid about social mores and rules...

Saw a white lab butt sniff a black lab in Red Hook yesterday on my way home from Hope and Anchor...

Sax: That's like us...

Ah, Brooklyn is romantic!

Friday, ran into an awkward, fat guy at Brooklyn Brewery that was once obsessed with Lex but currently sweating jaundice colored affection for his Flippino sweetie.

Later, gave the bearded thug a box of chicklets at Savalas in Williamsburg.

He didn't open the box, just merely shook it and put it in his jacket pocket.

My comedic intentions again thawrted by diplomic actions! Doesn't anyone see the humor in a pack of gum!?!

Ripped my stockings in a cab while heading to the 3rd location of the Friday night in Bushwick.

Cab driver: you just gonna tip me 60 cents?!

Bela Lugoisi's Dead-but where's Aeki Tuesday?!

Is Aeki Tuesday dead? I have not seen her in forever. But then again, I wouldn't know because I have become a social cyborg.

The only events that I attend are the ones that I am working and the only kind of socializing I do is job related.

Chatted with two top level chefs yesterday in a green room and felt like a press release come to life.

Matt the Publicist: I already see your soul leaving your body (something like that). It's wonderful!

At this height, everything is accessible...

Tuesday Night

My neighbor tongue kissed a 6 foot 2 young mom for an hour outside her Chelsea apartment...

Neighbor: "Yeah, its like her pussy is right there, her tits...at this height everything is accessible..."

That night, I was arguing with Sax about the Pottery Barn style headboard he nabbed from the street that he insisted on keeping in our room.

Sax: We're grown ass people- we need a serious bed.

Three months ago, we broke our bed and had been sleeping on a slope until we finally bought a bed frame and board from Sleepys. The headboard is for a Queen Bed and does not connect to our bed so we put it up against the wall in front of our bed to give off the illusion of a serious bed.

Sax: yeah, I was like waking up with headaches cuz all the blood had gone to my feet.

The illusion of the serious bed was great except for the fact that every morning we would wake up with the headboard practically falling on our heads.

Yummicoco: I am moving this shit out of here!

Sax: No!!! What are you doing?! Stop!

(Yep. Jealous?)

So we moved the headboard to the living room last night and hopefully Sax put it in the basement today.

TOXIC MUFFIN?

Last week, high up in a balcony at the Old Styvesant School with Sax I watched as Debbie Harry sang Blondie songs with the prepubescent band from arts school ICE.

The conductor, Sax's mentor and friend of Debbie, played his sax eighties style, falling to his knees as he broke it down for the masses.

Sax: "yeah man"