BLAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Blah. Boo. Poo.

Yup, that pretty much sums up how I feel right now. It's Friday and gorgeous outside. My friends free from the 9 to 5 cubicles are frolicking in the City streets, spending cash dolla dolla billz in little vintage shops, drinking mamosas and waiting for me to get a life.

I DO however, read something funny on my new favorite site:


HIPSTER: C'mon, there's another train, quit holding the doors. God.
MAN SQEEZING PAST DOORS: Oh, shut the fuck up. I'm late for work. What are you late for? The vintage stores aren't even open yet.

--Uptown N train, Union Square

HA! I like that one. Ok, now for some serious stuff ....There's something I'd like to acknowledge right here and now for all 3 of you who read my blog. My dearest friend Dubb aka The Pitbull got the shit beat out of her by 5 or 6 girls Tuesday night and no one knows why she deserved something so unfair, so unjust, so ridiculous. She ended up with a black eye, a knot above her forehead, busted lips, kick and scratch marks up and down her back, bashed up elbows, knees and hands and of course ... a gorgeous smile (praise the Lord it didn't end up a toothless one). I don't understand why or how this happened, but it did and karma's a bitch. I mean seriously, Dubb could have died by the hands of these wack, punk-ass heffas. What if they kicked her in a certain vertabrae in her back and she ended up paralyzed? What if they punched her in the head so severely, she had brain damage for the rest of her life? Six fucking girls on one ??!!! Are they out of thier mind?! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

I'm done.


HC