Was supposed to go to Comix's holiday party but skipped it to watch I Love New York instead. Pretty uneventful but I was pleased that NY (aka Tiffany Pollard) opted for the skinny, sticky-faced Tailor Made (aka George Weisgerber) instead of assholeio Buddha.
As I treated myself to blueberry pancakes at Andrew's Coffee Shop this morning, I read TM's exclusive (!) with NY Post. Turns out that TM's swept her off her feet all the way to Queens! No matter what she does, she still has horrible taste in men--or at the very least has bad taste in men who also have bad taste.
"I think the best thing to say is that Tiffany and I don't necessarily follow the rules," Weisgerber told The Post.
Duh.
Pollard moved in with Weisgerber and his 12-year-old daughter Asia shortly after taping for the show was completed last summer.
"They're like peas in a pod," Weisgerber says of his daughter and Pollard. "They've become very close and like to team up and make fun of me."
Whatever, they will be over by the reunion special.
Anyway, cried like a wuss on Friday as I was getting ready to leave my previous job. I even cried into the arms of the business online director and felt incredibly foolish when she told me "don't cry". It reminded me of when I used to overhear her conversations with her 2 year old daughter who was desperately waiting for her to come home from work. Sometimes it's better to go out like a champ.
Anyway, I went by my old office very early this morning to drop off my ID and some paperwork (which I could not do on account of all my silly blubbering) and realized that I was going to be ok and that I was over it.
I'm excited.
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