You know, honestly, I’ve been rooting for her success. K-Fed sucks a fat one and is disgusting and when I asked Jessica if she would have sex with him for $1 million, she said yes, but only because his balls have touched Brit’s poon. I wouldn’t have sex with him for less than $10 million, at least. Plus, she posted on her Web site that she was thankful for Victoria’s Secret’s new panties line. Aw, now, she can make fun of herself! I love it.
Frustration: I would really love to get some kitschy-yet-adorable cuff links for Chris for Christmas; however, there apparently are none. Even a lame search for “indie cufflinks” (I’m trying to find something band or modern art-oriented) just brings up these “nerd” cufflinks that are made out of keys from an actual keyboard.
I wish that I did not lose my USB cord because I am being prevented from posting pictures anywhere on the interweb. Once it comes in the mail, you will all be treated to Tony Bourdain, my AOL fleece vest, and my apartment.
I’ll elaborate on the AOL fleece vest: It is black, it features the AIM logo with the running man, and it was sitting on my chair when I got to work this morning. I made Dave put it on and he tucked his shirt into his pants and pulled them all high; it was amazing.
In exploring my new hood, I discovered that Coppi’s Organic is quite a most delicious restaurant. I had Tortellini di Natale, which is housemade pasta filled with oven roasted chestnut, cream, and sage, in a sauce of lamb sausage, dates, and pomegranate seeds. I also had wine. I also had Calzone Di Nutella, which is pizza dough stuffed with chocolate hazelnut cream and baked to order. It was Alyson’s birthday, and I think now she is eternally grateful for my existence.