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I'm back!

I’m back I’m back I’m back I’m back I’m back! I don’t even know what to say right now except I’m really glad to have internet again and also, my freezer smells. Like asparagus. I have a can of asparagus in the refrigerator. But I really think the smell is something separate. But what are the chances?

I have so much more to say but for now I’ll say that I just got back from interviewing one of the architects of the MINI rooftop and the space is really cool. Also, I got grass on my butt and shoes. And because I couldn’t find my lingerie tape because it’s in one of those boxes over there, I just scotch taped my shirt to my body. Also, it was so hot up there we both were shiny. Also, I’m tired. And finally, um, I missed you.

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first night in the new apartment

So years ago I had oral surgery because I had an impacted cuspid (hot!) And I remember thinking at the time that unlike so many experiences in life where you get yourself all worked up and nervous and then they go fine and are much better than you were expecting, the surgery really kind of sucked. And then I had to have it again a couple years later or maybe some months later, I can’t remember because it was high school when I was busy writing down what I wore everyday so I didnt repeat which is funny since now I always repeat. Clothes are really just an extension of your personality and my personality is green sweater. But anyway, moving is like surgery. It always is worse than you expect, or just as bad, and yet it gets done and then you forget about it and then eventually you have to do it again. I like the place though. I just feel a little disconnected because thanks to superior customer service, and that’s sarcasm, I have no internet or cable. Or phone, but that was to be expected. Anyway, if I sound hoarse tomorrow it’s because I had to smoke crack to settle my nerves. Also because I was on the phone for hours trying all manner of pleading from desperate to irate to resigned. Anyway, once I’m connected again just you wait because I took pictures with fred and rita today while moving in the midst of a crazy allergy attack. So, there’s that to look forward to.

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I am alive!

Sorry blogreaders, I’ve been kinda MIA today. Last minute moving junk and either stress is making me feel like I’m going to barf or I really am going to barf. Which is good when you think about it because it’ll lighten the load. At one point today I stood in front of five rolls of carpet which ranged in color from sand to taupe and then decided that I really couldn’t decide today. I’m bad at decisions and I’m bad at being bad at decisions. But I am totally ready to talk about fall fashion trends on Good Day New York on Friday morning at 7:45am, so if you happen to be up and in New York, do tune in. I see it like this: I’ll talk about fall fashion trends while modeling a look from past seasons. I call it the “this was hanging in my closet” look. Well, to be honest it might be the “this was hanging in my closet except for part of it which was crumpled on my floor.” That look, by the way, is hot on all the runways in between my bedroom and living room.

Tomorrow is the official move, by the way. I’m at that point where I’m not just bringing stuff that I need or love, I’m just dumping crap into boxes. It’s a sort of defeat, but it sure goes faster!

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And to think I almost moved without these

So I’m packing up my books and I realized there’s a pile on the floor of my sister’s books but some of mine are mixed in. Thank God I realized that, I thought to myself as I recovered my trusty copies of:

Joy Shtick (or What is The Existential Vacuum and Does It Come with Attachments?) by Joy Behar

But Enough About Me… by Jancee Dunn

The Scorecard by Greg Gutfeld

The Verbally Abusive Relationship by Patricia Evans [not a how-to, unfortunately]

Happiness is a Warm Puppy by Charles M. Schulz

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Box: 1; Me: 0

I’m having a fight with this box

Twice today I’ve found myself talking out loud even though I’m alone. The first was when I nearly stepped in a street loogie and let out a little yelp and then the second was this afternoon when I put together this wardrobe box which refused to crumple down in any way that would allow for neat and efficient taping. I’m pretty pissed at this box right now. Not as pissed as the woman I passed this morning who was berating her dog Lincoln because “Did I tell you you could get up, Lincoln? Did I? LINCOLN!” At first I thought she was yelling at a dog named Winky which made it even sadder. It was kind of like when you pass someone who’s yelling at a kid and you want to reach out to the kid and report the parent but instead you just glare, kind of hoping they’ll notice you but also a little afraid of what they’ll do if your glaring causes a confrontation. But then I was thinking that she wasn’t hitting her dog, she was just upbraiding him, but it was upsetting all the same. And she was a little thing and the dog was a big thing (a black lab) who was sort of putting up with her even though you could tell she was a total pain the ass.

But anyway, back to this box, it’s just very spirited and on the one hand I don’t want to break its spirit but on the other if it’s going to house my clothing it’s going to need to learn to cooperate.

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