every time i risk coming back here to california i forget the reality of ( Read more... )

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Yes, I'm back here again, against my will, in a state of shock, the state of California.

I'm always telling everybody that "Bad things happen when you leave the island of Manhattan," (me being one of those Manhattanites that truly believes there is no reason to leave the island because everything we need is merely a hop, skip, and a subway stop ( Read more... )

go see GARDEN STATE now.  drop everything.  it changed my life. 

FIRST OF ALL, I have many new shirt designs.  so *click here* and look adorable in my creations.

what an amazingly exhausting weekend filled with maybe a total of 7 hours.

there were tears and moments of deep depression, but mostly just hundreds of fake smiles and shout outs of "Hi! How are you?" because that is what we do at American Eagle.

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"Sweetheart, Happy Birthday! I just have to tell you that this party was like an episode of Sex and the City." -one happy party goer

Let me just say that I completly agree.

We were upgraded to the penthouse on the 41st Floor, on the corner, overlooking Times Square.  Picture a marble bathroom with a phone in it, a gorgeous master bedroom sprinkled ( Read more... )

samantha rode 25 hours away from me on a bus and is now resting in her boyfriend's arms.

so he is breaking up with him and I am soooo disappointed, but I can't say anything because even though he and I seem to be a package deal with his boyfriends, I don't get to decide when they break up. I feel like I am losing his boyfriend too, like I am ( Read more... )

there have been too many kisses to explain.  too many words spoken from loneliness and desperate wanting.

joyous complications.

orgasms.

we only made out all over the city, passionately.

and with him, well, with him, we kissed in the elevator like we had something to hide.

with him, oh, we danced far too sexually for more time than I could safely ( Read more... )

there are no words for the time of my life.

I am on top of the fucking world.

I just sang at the opening of a piano bar uptown while wearing an adorable little red dress.

Billy Stritch, Liza Minelli's famous amazing pianist, accompanied ME.

I sang and it was amazing.  For 2 seconds I was the star, up on stage, lights shining in my eyes.

Billy said I was amazing, and the host called me the ( Read more... )