How fabulous

How fabulous it is that I had to get up at the crack of 8AM to work a casting session this morning at a Soho bar with various stylists. Nothing like the smell of stale beer, cigarettes, vomit, and the loss of innocence at 9:30AM to really wake me up. It's like cuddling with Star Jones, or a chainsaw. Plush, uncomfortable, and an overbearing feeling that you're getting...well, fucked.

The skies are grey and so is my demeanor. I think it's time to skip home soon and take a power nap before gearing up for another fun episode of The Hills.

And a lovely afternoon to you all...