And by best week I mean shittiest that I can recall. So the whole boy thing, whatever that was. I'm still sad, so whatever.

Then in the train station on my way home from work I'm "sexually assaulted". Or at least that's what the police told me it was. Basically this guy was all "baby slow down so I can talk to you" I shot him the look of death (not hard when you feel like shit) and he slaps my ass. I yelled "Fuck you don't touch me." His response is to grab me all over and stick his hand up my dress. Everyone else's response at 7pm EST is to just watch. Thank you fucking pussy business men of the world. I elbow the fucker, ran up the stairs, grab a cop and tell him what happened. Like 5 police cars show up and then we have to go look for the guy. Long story short they have the guy. He does it all the time. I have to go identify him tomorrow and then they predict a trial. After 2 hours at the police station I'm kinda shaken up. I called my mom and I'm back to crying and needing hugs.

I've never felt like this before, like I actually want a hug.

Ok I promise my wallowing is ALMOST over. Really though I couldn't let this thing die without posting a picture of the never eaten birthday cake that I slaved over for 3 effing hours.



I mean if he wasn't going to fawn over how amazing it was someone has to. And yes I did eat only one piece. I had to at least know if it was good or not.

Also as a side note:
Yesterday I was on my way to work, kinda crying. So I'm walking towards my building and right past me walks a man dressed as a geisha type person, little platform shoes, hat, full get up but with out any make up and no pretense that he was trying to be a tranny. No one turned a head. At that moment I was in love with New York all over again. Where else can a girl be left alone to cry as a oddly dressed man walks by and no one blinks an eye.

Now that I stopped crying (for the most part) I think I can write about what happened.

Actually I can't. All I can say is he was amazing, but too self centered to see anything other than what he wanted to.

I feel hurt because he made it seem like it was ok to show him my feelings and emotions (which I think we all know I am adverse to doing under any circumstances). And in the end if I would have just kept my distance, like I do with everything, I would have never ended up hurt.

Normally, knowing myself, I'd be a vengful bitch and say a bunch of mean things. But in reality I have no desire to do anything other than sit on my couch and cry.

and invited everyone I knew (Mike Visco fill in the rest)..

I'm home from a night out. I'm so thankful (redundant I know) for my girl friends. I can not imagine life with out them. It makes me cry even more to know I have such amazing people who want to give me hugs and get me drunk (which I so am) and share cupcakes with me.

So thanks to everyone for their kinda words. Once I feel like I can go blog about what happened you can bet I surely will! It was really hard not being about to share everything (the good and the bad) via my blog. I feel like this is such an outlet for me.

Until then I'm so thankful for my friends here in the city. As always they have banded together and are making me feel so much better (booze and cupcakes heal everything).