Well, I'm really enjoying the fact that we're experiencing all four seasons in NYC this week. 2 days ago, I looked like a sweaty cokehead (a la Renee Z) in the nearly 70 degree heat, and today...its sleeting, raining, snowing, and all around nasty. It's like Mother Nature has got some serious indigestion and is passing gall stones on my head. Not cute!
Last night, Mis Jessica, Mindy, and I trolloped through Stone Street for a lesson in investment banking...To be more specific...a lesson in investment bankers. Some were cute, some were boring, some had applebottoms, some had no bottoms, and some thought they could dance. I haven't been so horrified since seeing Jael from Top Model's face the previous evening. The only way to remedy this disaster was to drink and eat nachos. Naturally.
Then, I came home and played with my friend insomnia. He's so fun. He keeps me up ALL NIGHT LONG! I decided to watch the film, Trust the Man. After the initial viewing, all I could think was, Girl, I'm about to stab the Man. This film sucks! It's a cast of all B-List actors who talk talk talk about their relationships, sex lives, ugly faces, whatever. Yes, it's one of those "talky movies" that tend to be boring, pretentious, and INSIGHTFUL...Right...
I also managed to catch a repeat of this week's airing of The Agency. Now, let's talk about Sean, who runs the NY office. Exactly what did he do to recreate the moon on his face? Homegirl has some serious potholes happening...Crater face! Becky was her usual cunt-a-licious, so delicious, self and I loved it. The model they brought from Jamaica was OK, but her skin looked like toe jam, but she seemed sweet nonetheless.
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