Ok, so who signed me up for
tripwithus.com? Yuck. They want to see, and I quote: "[my] sexxy ass out at the nastiest, sexiest, and most off the hook
parties in NYC today", but sadly, I am not interested. Although the website plays one of my favorite songs (Gay Bar by Electric Six), I have a feeling the actual experience would be... sub-optimal. And as enlightening as the "hot fucking action" of Go-Go Idol would be, I'm not sure I want to spend 10 cents to vote by text message for my favorite. Thanks, but no thanks. I unsubscribed.
In other news, I am happy. Today I am wearing my new Spiderman underpants, and I think that is why the weather has gotten so much nicer since this morning. My job is better except for today when somebody thought it would be funny to deliver 24 volumes of extra boring Renaissance motets and shit. Whatever, I'm over it. I put them in a drawer so maybe I'll forget about them.
I'm also wearing my new black and white striped shirt that I look super cute in. New York is great. All I do all day are my three favorite things: shop, buy, and have. Ooh, and I got free jeans from H&M because the girl behind the counter was too involved in her stupid conversation with the other cashier to notice that they didn't ring up! I am pleased, but they kinda make me look like a girl. Ooh, and I bought my first generic polo shirt as well. I'm going to get a tan, cut my hair short, put it on, and be completely unremarkable! I can't wait, it's like Halloween.