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So I am supposed to get this other idea for a blog up and running but its been lagging for lack of funds. I have been soo impatient and restless about it & all I can do with my friend is complain about how little funds we need. Damn it. Is there a website where I can beg for money? I believe this may already exist. Perhaps the recession has dried up that well.
So after starting this blog a few months ago, I have been kicking around an idea for something new. I may not update as much but I will try to get this new idea off its feet…see ya soon!
I think there is something wrong with me. Just when I think i’m better than most “simple” folk, I go and watch shit like Charm School. I love it more because Ricki Lake is hosting & I grew misty-eyed thinking about her amazing talkshow. After school I would watch the “real” reality shows; Jenny Jones, Richard Bey, BC Maury Povich & countless other crappy talk shows, then discuss them the next day in class. I guess, its in my nature to love watching ghetto ass women scream & belittle each other with grade school taunts. I can’t help to root for certain girls & hate others for being soo damn hatable. Why do I watch stuff like this? The Hills? and any other VH1 show? Sometimes I wish I was my younger self, only to timetravel back & watch decent TV. Geez, I am soo ashamed…
I keep having subtle moments of happiness because of this sandwich from Molinari Delicatessen in San Francisco. It was recommended by my boyfriend’s friend & it was totally worth the trek through Chinatown to get to it. They have many amazing looking sandwiches, but we settled on this one, soooo goood! We had a panini filled with buttery prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, sweet sun dried tomatoes, fresh pesto, baby greens & killer focaccia. Delicious Italian essence! I wish that I could somehow have this sandwich delivered. How can something so simple be so good? I don’t know but i’m not gonna question this too much…It reminds me in a good way of my little Larchmont Village Wine Spirits & Cheese, back home. I swear after we savored this amazing sandwich, my boyfriend & I had a 10 minute conversation about how we could possibly smuggle this sandwich on the plane back without getting caught. Needless to say we really left our hearts in San Francisco.
Jebus! I return from San Francisco & in one week hell freezes over. Swine flu? Dom Deluise dies? Tila Tequila dating Ray J? “Jack Bauer” Kiefer headbutts designer, Jack McCollough AKA Mr. Proenza Schouler for “allegedly” knocking down Brooke Shields. Shit, what the hell? I’m pretty sure he “accidently” bumped her down, it was a friggin’ afterparty for the Met’s Costume Gala. Headbutts are the new black, you know…
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