10/29/2007- Doctor, doctor, can’t you see I’m burning, burning. Oh doctor, doctor, is this love I’m feeling?

I haven't slept yet cuz I'm actually trying to get work done early, so that I don't short-circuit and go crazy come Wednesday. Dr. Robert Rey from E!'s Dr. 90210, is on HSN right now selling "shapewear" aka girdles and shit. and it's super creepy. I just thought that I should be sharing this with the public cuz it's just wierd.

the host and the model were super uncomfortable. He couldn't stop touching the model's asses and talking about how he specializes in the Brazilian butt lift, and is so lucky to see some top celebrities and models naked in his office. "I'm Brazilian I just love butts" I swear he said that

Oh and Tory Spelling has officially spiralled into F-List status, she too is hawking her own line of jewelery for HSN, she will never be Suzanne Somers

What is the world coming to?

10/19/2007- One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach, all the damn vampires.

So my life, is still incredibly boring, but then again when isn't it?
I couldn't get tickets to see MIA at Terminal 5 on Friday, so the next best thing would be to get my cd signed by her @ the Borders' Books in Columbus Circle. I, of course missed the first train on the LIRR, so I waited around for the next one bored of course.
Apparently someone got struck by an eastbound train Thursday night, Watch the fucking Gap for God's sake people.



Derby and I met up, he kept claiming that when he got up there he would offer his "services" to her



MIA finally arrived about 45 mins. late


I'll be honest in my honest opinion she seemed like she didn't want to be there, it was a shitty, hot rainy day, so I don't blame her



She seemed to having some fairly interesting conversations with a lot of people


I stood there said "hi" in a barely audible volume and she made a little joke about possibly getting a stamp and all I said was "yeah" I'm such a tard. I wanted to shake her hand but they wanted to keep the line moving


I'm happy that I got my cd signed and all but it just felt like some sort of industry thing to push more records (what signing isn't) I had the last issue of Missbehave magazine w/ her on the cover and gave it to my cousin for her to sign something, but apparently you had to buy something from the Borders that day. Fucking Capitalism, this from the International Business major.



So we're waiting for the next A train, and we see one of the subway cops with a bomb/fertilizer/whatever else is used to make fertilizer bombs dogs. Note the social undertones of a scary big black dog being held on a short leash by the white man.
The rest of day was super relaxed, went to Derby's and had my other bestie Stephanie over and watched the Lost Boys, which I've come to the conclusion has not stood the test of time.
I then ended up on the train back to LI sitting behind a group of mildly buzzed police academy douchebags, discussing the high flammability of their shitty polyester uniforms. What else is new.