Wednesday, March 7, 2007

My vibrator stopped working...Maybe it was laid off!

Well, no, the headline is clearly untrue...but what an attention grabber! Another day has passed in the life of this drunken socialite. I meant to job hunt but was casually distracted by the trainwreck that TRL has become. After canning half of their staff and trying desperately to revitalise the show, the producers must really be scraping the bottom of that dirty bucket, attempting to think of something "creative". Ciara has been co-hosting all week and although that tranny seems sweet and just WASP-y enough to be "pop", her and Damien have the chemistry of my mouth and a vagina. Oil and water, bitches!

After the show, I decided to saunter through my hood in search of the hidden post office on Hanover Street. Unlike yesterday, I glued up my weave and looked my cutest (I'm Asian and flexible, you bankers!). However, the not so pleasant cold temperatures had me looking like a freezer box disaster.

No plans tonight unfortunately. I could potentially clean my apartment (again). At this point, the shit's so clean I could dry hump the floor to get "cleaner".

Toodles, my poodles.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you wanna come clean my apt????