spent literally HOURS on the phone today. my ears feel funky now and my cell battery is feeling bitch-slapped. i blame mary, veronica, tara, and scott. tankoo tankoo tankoo, my posse. human contact, even via the airwaves, rules. ahwuvoo.
i'm too addicted to project runway. my eyes have been opened to all new extra material that's lurking on the bravo website in the form of video footage. i'm one sick puppy. this reality television phase i'm going through is actually kind of embarrassing. i won't even tell you about hell's kitchen or 30 days. does 30 days even really count? on the intellectual flip side of things, i finished two books this week. before we know it i'm going to be overstimulated on all fronts and blow a fuse. remember those days? i was so happy about life back then.
derek's internet poll is having some interesting results. feel free to put in your two cents. we're gathering more information all the time - let you know later how the coin flip is going.
being that i'm a woman, this might be difficult to believe: i have never seen an episode of the oprah winfrey show before this weekend. now i understand what i've been making fun of all these years, and it's obvious that show was not done justice by my previous judgments. looney looney looney. what a fucking fruitcake. is this chick for real or what?!? just because you're powerful and rich it doesn't give you the right to be a total fucking dipshit... or does it? most rich people in this world would probably disagree with me on that, i suppose. they make it painfully clear to me down here in peasant hell that money and power do buy the right to idiocy both in these here parts and around the globe. oprah is a peepeehead and she deserves to have tom cruise freak out on her sofa. ta daaahhhh!!!
we went to a fucking fancy ass restaurant this week! it was part of a secret shopper thing, so we got the whole meal (price before our voucher = $165 or so) for about 40 buckaroonis. LAMB SHANK! the restaurant was part of a group of nouveau swanky bistros operating in the city, so we finally got some decent service as well. LAMB SHANK! for the evaluation we had to get the whole range on the menu, from drinks to dessert and everything in between. let's hope these people call on us again. p.s. - we did give them a faboo review on both service and food. they earned it.
speaking of television, because i was before i got sidetracked by LAMB SHANK! - ours died this week and we sprung for a spiffy new lcd flat one. it's pretty neat and he found a terrific deal by using a site called fat wallet. this way i can still have plenty left over to put into our moving fund.
made plans with tara. i'm totally excited that we'll be getting together later this week. will it be strange to see a pal from home under these settings? she moved here last september and we've been meaning to get back in touch since derek first came out here. to tell the truth, i think it might be nice to see her here. she was another person who, by her own account, needed a big change in her life to get her butt moving. regardless of how i feel about this place, i needed a change. omigod, she's never seen me with my hair this long before! eee!!!
mae-maegan's been working on a new movie and having a blast. she's getting paid for it and everything. yes, my one friend that i've met out here is actually "an industry person" in an odd twist of fate. but really, i swear she's human. she's even on the other side of the camera to boot.
my eyelids have been rubbed raw this week from itchy eyes. i've finally resorted to blotting them with some olive oil before they deteriorate. right now my eyelids and the area right below them are akin to a sore nose you might get from having a cold and the tissue taking off all your skin. achoo. or like the feeling you get when the tops of your ears get too much sun. think i'll put a cool cloth on them and lie down for a week or so.
shoppers in suckifornia are SO unhappy. and cheap. and rude. maybe they're just in need of a good LAMB SHANK!
did derek really spot johnny depp at the grocery store? that's our story and we're sticking to it. corroborating evidence would point to it being true, and he was even wearing a fedora. errr... johnny depp, i mean. derek isn't a big hat person most of the time.
my john hughes shirt lives! there are many holes and i had to finally cut off the sleeves, but it's better than ever. this shirt has the magical powers of your oldest and most favored underpants. not yours, but mine. not that you wear my underpants. or as zoe might say, pantsies.
i've got antsies in my pantsies. maybe it's the olive oil dripping into my brain through a tear duct or something. it's really time for that cold cloth.
LAMB SHANK!
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