The Agency

Well, in my late night TV viewing, I stumbled across the second episode of VH1's new show The Agency...which I love, naturally. For those of you unfortunate enough to not have seen this television gem, it's all about the agents that work at Wilhelmina. And let me tell you, they are all truly cunts (Don't be offended by that word, it's fabulous). There's this old fat queen named Pink, who's in charge of the high end women's line. He basically looks like that pervy uncle everyone has that you suspect a few young boys are chained up in his basement. Then, the real star of the show, this British woman named Becky. She's such a cunt, in fact, she's such a cunt that she's a twat. She spouts off the rudest, most horrendous things at aspiring models and her co-workers. I understand that viewers are supposed to be mortified by her, but rather, I find her inspirational and lovely. In fact, I would love to get her number and go out with her one fine evening. She's a total drunk (like me), a total cunt (like me), super judgmental (d'uh)...excuse me but how do you spell MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN??? Loves it.

Well, the weather is very San Francisco chic in NYC today...Overcast, in the 50's, threat of rain...I clearly am loving it and it's making me nostalgic for home. I left my prostate...in San...Fran...cisco...

Tonight is the triple threat birthday soiree at Rebel for Jeremiah, AJ, and Chris...Oh la la! I got my weave in check, freshly injected Botox, my stomach stapled, and my entire body waxed. Girl, you know...it's on.