NYC weather
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
T onight is a big night in NYC. The Museum of Sex Gala. It is one of those events in NYC where C and D-listed Celebs will be there to grab free shit at the gift section in the VIP rooms where I will also be snatching up some goodies. I am crossing my fingers on some 7 Jeans.
I am staring out my office window and it looks like the horrible Tom Cruise movie "War of the World". I kid you not. I got a little nervous when I saw the bids flying away and heading north it must mean that they are running away from Aliens - right? There are ginormous black clouds and I can't even see Central Park anymore. It's terrifying because my hair looks amazing and by the time I will get home to get ready for the D-list party of the year, my hair will be an uncontrollable frizz ball. I don't know maybe it will be the new Hairdo for the summer.
Also, I just got a call from my brother who is home probably watching porn who told me that the tree in my front yard disappeared. So I said "What the fuck do you mean disappeared? like Harry Potter...Boom shakalaka Boom, uhh abracadabra??" then I realized I was making the subject worst then it already was. I hung up and said my sweet prayers of forgiveness. I don't mess with nature.
Now...I can't have my cigarette break on my walk to the subway because I will have to run to find shelter in this stormy weather and it upsets me.
In conclusion, I hate it when it pours and when my hair looks like crap!
I am staring out my office window and it looks like the horrible Tom Cruise movie "War of the World". I kid you not. I got a little nervous when I saw the bids flying away and heading north it must mean that they are running away from Aliens - right? There are ginormous black clouds and I can't even see Central Park anymore. It's terrifying because my hair looks amazing and by the time I will get home to get ready for the D-list party of the year, my hair will be an uncontrollable frizz ball. I don't know maybe it will be the new Hairdo for the summer.
Also, I just got a call from my brother who is home probably watching porn who told me that the tree in my front yard disappeared. So I said "What the fuck do you mean disappeared? like Harry Potter...Boom shakalaka Boom, uhh abracadabra??" then I realized I was making the subject worst then it already was. I hung up and said my sweet prayers of forgiveness. I don't mess with nature.
Now...I can't have my cigarette break on my walk to the subway because I will have to run to find shelter in this stormy weather and it upsets me.
In conclusion, I hate it when it pours and when my hair looks like crap!
