Well my friend Jamie- and I use the term friend loosely has this little side business its Soul Sausage. It's sausage sold out of his home in Park Slope. If you live in the 5 boroughs you get free delivery if you order $30 worth of sausage, welle xcept for Staten island- as Jamie says "fuck Staten island".

Check it out here:

Also (e:lilho) used to have calligraphy as a hobby. Thats funny. It was lovely as shesays.

For various reasons the past 4 days have been the worst days I can recall in recent history. Ugh people really bother me. Since I have ruled out the possiblity of having cool friends I am going to restart my long forgotten fitness program. I am also adding apartment decorating to my routine.

God I can't wait until Sarah comes to visit.

So I just got the worst phone call ever. My hair dresser Kat from Hungry (yes I am going to spell that wrong forever just to spite people) is in some sort of deportation jail. What the fuck. Now GW has fucked with my hair, my most single valued personal asset. Before I thought he was a bafoon and basic idiot. Now he falls into the piece of shit human being category. She said immigration officials treated her horribly (well June told me that who spoke directly w her). I wish I could help her out somehow.

Sigh- my user pic is the only remaining vestige of how great my hair once was. Will I ever achieve hair perfection w/o going to Sally Herschberger?

What a sad sad day...

"We had to move the P. We had to simplify it. Diddy is more personal. We are entering into the age of Diddy. It's a new era."

Diddy -- whose monikers have included Puff, Puff Daddy and Puffy, says Diddy is "a little bit more personal. I've let down my guard. I'm fully exposed. We are going to have a lot of fun with it. It is the return of hip-hop, rock 'n' roll superstars and they call them Diddy. I'm going to start talking in the third person everything."

I'm not sure that the above paragraph even makes sense. I loved Puffy back in the day, but now I'm just worried about him.

Remind me again when was he rock 'n' roll?

Last night at 8pm I decided to take a walk over to my hair salon. Why? Well for a few reasons- I love going there to hang out. It's a cool place and everyone who goes there often drops by to say hi, smoke a spliff, have a drink, etc. Sometimes I even end up scoring a free trim or something. I also wanted to see when Kat, my girl crush, was leaving me for Hungry. Turns out she is leaving TODAY. When she told me I flipped out. So of course I begged her to do my hair one last and final time. She said yes. She worked late into the night to color, highlight and cut my locks. I may never have good hair again. The whole time I was telling her not to leave, begging her not to go. My life will not be the same with out her. I even cried a little. I am so sad. In the matter of a week both of my loves Tom and Kat have disappeared from my life. Thinking back on it I am actually more devistated about Kat. I'm going to make a list in her honor of all the things I will miss about her:

Her Eastern European scaryness

Her ability to get me to color my hair blue and think its ok

Her moonshine in a random bottle with a cork stuck in the top

Her brownies

Her dislike of airconditioning

She dates soap opera stars

She wears vintage couture bought for dollars in the village

Her little dog that she tries to reason with instead of just training like a normal person

Sitting on her roof watching the sun set

The way she convinces men to let her take as many friends as she wants with her on their date

The way she imitates american accents with a slight distane

That fact that even though its 9pm at night and she is not packed she still takes the time to give me a head massage like none other

I could go on and on...

Since (e:paul) decided to try and trash me via his little dramatic story I have a few of my own to tell...

Let's see I'll begin with one of my personal favorites:

Paul a long long time ago decided to go to school in Germany. As a good and faithful girlfriend (key word faithfull- but we can come back to that) I wrote him all the time, sent him care packages and called him non stop. So when he was returning home after a year of not seeing him I was beside myself I was so happy. Well he comes home and the first full day he was home we decide to go hiking. And as always when we'd go hiking we took a little tab 'o acid. So la de da we are hiking, Im in love and happy. We sit down on this overhang, the sun is setting- ahhhh its so nice. Then just as I am peaking and happy Paul casually says I don't thing we should date anymore. So let's recap- Im in love, tripping on acid, peaking on acid, just had waited a entire year for him to come home, first day he is back he just mentions he does not want to date anymore.

Can anyone see why maybe just maybe I'd be a little pissed off at Saint Paul with the food posioning?

So Im sitting here watching the Teen Awards. And all the sudden I think "you know if I was black I would for sure be like Eve. I just feel like somhow that would be." Then Mariah carey wins some award, then all the sudden I realize "ooooohh no, actually I would really be her (crazy, dramatic, had an affair with Ememen -sp?)-damn"

Thats kinda sad...

Ok folks here is a quick snaphot of my life:

Discovered Thomas is not only married but also looking. As in looking for other people besides myself. Great. So I am having a bit of a freak out over that. Ok more than a bit. Let's just say Valium is my little yellow friend.

Got Death Cab for Cutie tickets. Sweet! It's in October so I have a long wait, but it's worth it.

Still have the sniffles. I think my cold has been prolonged after my 3 consecutive days of partying after I discovered Thomas is not only married, but also looking.

Got my first Fresh Direct delivery. Finally they deliver in JC. There were a few problems with the delivery, as (e:lilho) can testify about. But, it sure beats carrying groceries home.

Did I happen to mention Thomas is not only married, but also looking?

As many of you know I am obsessed with my hair dresser. I always called it my non-sexual crush. Apparently the proper name for this is a "Girl Crush" as defined by the NY Times. They coined the phrase Metrosexual so Im going with the phrase "girl Crush" from now on.

Here read about it:

Also I am sick as a dog with a cold. Anyone want to come make me soup?

With my netflix subscription I rented Hotel Rwanda. I highly recommend it to everyone. I vaguely remember this event happening, but never thinking much of it. To see the movie has really affected me. To quickly recap hat happened read below:

The Rwandan conflict of the 1990s marked one of the bloodiest chapters in recent African history. The genocide was made all the more tragic by the fact that most of the world chose to ignore the conflict and the plight of the Rwandan people. While occasional reports about "tribal warfare" in Rwanda were carried by international news agencies, the horror of the conflict, instead of causing international outrage, seemed to be written off as another "third world incident" and not worthy of attention.

Over the course of 100 days, almost one million people were killed in Rwanda. The streets of the capital city of Kigali ran red with rivers of blood, but no one came to help. There was no international intervention in Rwanda, no expeditionary forces, no coalition of the willing. There was no international aid for Rwanda. Rwanda's Hutu extremists slaughtered their Tutsi neighbors and any moderate Hutus who stood in their way, and the world left them to it.

Amidst the horrendous violence and chaos that swept the country, one of the many heroes to emerge was Paul Rusesabagina, an ordinary man who, out of love and compassion, managed to save the lives of 1268 people.

In part of the movie this man Paul ( a real life person) can not believe how the entire world has deserted Rwanda. The UN pulls out, foreign troops come in but only evacuate their own people. He stands there while troops are rescuing everyone but them and a journalists says to Paul that people will see what is happening on the news say it is awful and go back to eating their dinner. Repeatedly the US denied that genocide was taking place. In a matter of 100 days one million people were slaughtered. I don't use the word killed because when someone cuts you up with a machete you are not simply killed. I will never understand how this kind of hate can exist in someone.