LL Cool Jay as in Ladies love cool james is in a new tv show on Fox. I knew i loved that trashy station for a reason. I have loved ll since i was first allowed to listen to music.I grew up in a "christian" household w no rap allowed. Sigh, I love ll he is so hot. Im watching this show come hell or high water.

On a different note- I hate laundry. I just want a wife to do all the household chores for me.

Friday night just as I am packing up to go home and enjoy a manless evening I get a call from one of my co-workers Rajal. She actually used to work with me at Deloitte and I really like her. She wants to know if I am up for a drink. Did I hear alcohol? By now you should know working in finance makes you turn to the bottle. So yeah I want a drink. Then she says east village- place of my sighting of MK Olsen and my rocker one nighter. Of course I want to go there. She we get off at 8th and NYU one of my fave spots. We walk around for a bit trying to decide where to go. The she mentions she knows the owner of this one pub. I am in free drinks- I am all about that. So we go and she calls her personal trainer who also knows the owner of the bar and asks him if he wants to join us. So in walks this amazing specimen of manliness. Drool. He sits down right next to me. At first im thinking this guy is so hot and built he has to be a jackass. But oh no- he is amazing AND flirting with me?! I could not believe my amazing luck. He went to Stony Brook just like moi and we had a ton in common. Have I mentioned he was hot? In any case he has inspired me to work out and now I will be working out w him. I must have been a saint in another life because I have managed to date some really freaking hot men (ok so it never works out, but still). Sadly rajal wanted to go have dinner so we had to leave. We went to this Tibetan place which was so yummy and good for the soul. What a fantastic unexpected evening. Now its 90 degrees in NYC and I am staying indoors.

Update on my par-ta (update requested by Paul):

Went into crooklyn, my new jeans are comfy and the perfect fit.Got to the party fashionably late (is there any other way to arrive?). There was tons of food, wine and my fave champagne! So in any case got there and Mimi forgot to tell me they had cats. I was kinda pissed because I hate cats (Sorry Mr. Mang). I am so fucking allergic to those fur balls and was not looking forward to another cat filled evening. I decided to just go with the flow and see if I started sneezing. I ended up being ok- well ok for 3 hours. So the usual hipsters were there. Im not a huge fan of the hipster crowd, but these ones ended up actually being coolio. I met this girl Jackie and she was a lot of fun. We had a ton of great conversations about:

1. Vermin in NYC- What nasty infestations we have had (scabies, bed bugs, carpet beattles, mice, roaches) and how you feel so gross that you have these things yet everyone has them. Then everyone went around the room and told what infestations they have had recently.

2. Central Park and the safety of it.

3. Neigborhood snobs. People have this thing about where you live and depending on your location it either adds value or detracts value to you as a person. Since Im in jersey I am not even on the radar. I actually found out guy #3 in my previous post couldn't handle dating a jersey girl.

4. How Seinfeld makes 100% more sense once you live here. It really is the best show ever and so like everyday life here in a way you just don't understand unless you are here.

5. The crazy people on the train that you see everyday and have you ever followed them to prove they aren't crazy.

6. Times you have been harassed by teenagers on the train (amount of time the harassment lasted, how embarassed you were, location/train it occured on).

7. Lastly and most importantly- Ability to spot celebs.

Topic not discussed but maybe should have been- Should I call the rocker from Friday night? Hmmm....

After my rantings yesterday I went out to drink my worries away. Yeah well I started drinking vodka on the rocks at 6pm and keep on going until around midnight when I switched it up and started on the PBR. thats when things went south. Liliho why didn't I read your journal before I went out?! Yeah I went home w another shady guy. He was all punk rock east village style. Who knows what that was all about. I did the walk of shame and got home at 8 am.I justgotup and now I have to gear up for crazy night #2. This time its a party in brooklyn. Im crossing my fingers and hoping I can remian slightly more in control this evening. The positive thing about this all is I have guy #3 (from m yprevious journal) 100% out of my system. For those of you interested in the exact details of my trist I'll give them later- I need some water and I need another shower- the east village is grimy ew....

Today I go and drink my irritation at men away. I just spoke with my g/f about this topic and she said Im not alone. Apparently the ny dating scene is awful for all women and thats why there are so many bitter women out there. You know I kept thinking I am going to get a dog or a b/f. I really thought ok I am going to try for the b/f. Now I know I am so getting a little dog. One that fits in a little purse that I can take everywhere with me as a stand in for a date. At least I can guarantee that the doggie will snuggle.

I just locked myself out and to top it off I left my vibrator in plain sight so when my landlord actually does come to let me in there it is for everyone to see.Fucking A.

Please never leave us again. This is what happens when you leaves us to our own devices. Now that you are back I feel .05 % better. Things are looking up!

So on my way to the train I spied Lizzie Grubman (ok so she is more like a b-list celeb but still who else saw a celeb today). She was running into Mickey D's. Firts of all she had on the silliest outfit ever. It was the flowy black backless number that was supposed to be a summer dress with these awful platform flip flops. She was so skinny you could see her ribs through her back. I know you can never be too rich or too skinny but if it makes you look old and used then maybe you can be too skinny. On a side note I would not mind starting out that skinny and then eating my way to some t and a.

is minutes away- mmmmm beer...

Taste of Buffalo should 100% not be on Main Street anymore. Don't you recall all those years of us eating lamb lollipops dodging people with SUV strollers and masses of humanity all trying to fit on that narrow street with train track divots?! Either way I'm coming home (and yes I will be staying at the mansion) for the fat ass feast and you had better be ready to live it up like its 1995 (our graduation year). It can be our very own special high school reunion.

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