You expose me. It's so obscene.

Last night, Sax stopped taking mucenex so we fucked and I went to bed.

This morning, a hip hop couple hailing from Japan stood next me. In between their Japanese tete a tete, bits of English slipped into the convo. When the gook male told his gookette to "just twrill", I giggled to myself and a small, chilly string on snot flew out of my right nostril to humble me. I wiped my nose and listened to Nelly Furtado singing "she's a maneater. you wish you never met her at all".

Its now Day 5 of "What's in My Eye?". I have no idea if its an eyelash or a piece of cotton but whatever it is--it ain't coming out.

I remember in high school, my friend Marsha had something in her eye for over a week and her shit blew up to the size of a lemon. Her big sister told me that she had a bug in her eye which was a lie but I believed her cuz I was incredibly gullible. Still to this day, I have no idea what was in her eye.

Yesterday after work, walked over to wack event. What we thought was going to be an intimate party with media friends turned out to be just a media party. Locked eyes with the lady that interviewed and then fought with me over a year ago. She stared at me bewilderingly in her dumb santa hat not sure where to place me. One of her mag minions, gave me a Devil Wears Prada cd.

It was all pretty retarded how I got it. Basically, the mag minions quizzed the crowd with questions about the Anne Hathaway bomb.

Minion: What was the name of the assistant who trained Anne Hathaway's character?

One of the girls with me: Emily!

Minion gave her a DVD

Then out of no where some other dude yelled "Emily!" then he got a DVD.

Then I yelled "Emily!" and the mag slut gave me a cd.

Yummicoco: Can I have the DVD instead?

The minion switched the gift for me. It was all very stupid.

Left quickly afterwards. Walked to Union Square with someone and got the lowdown on some other people. Made me feel better.

Bon Weekend!