I love getting to work and being soggy. Even more than that I love going out, an activity that should include me looking sexy, and being drenched and having water soaked pants. Please god pour some more rain on nyc.

On a brighter note I think my luck maybe changing (knock on wood).

In order to end my string of bad karma/luck/wrath of the gods yesterday I bought some apples and scurried home. I went inside, locked the door, spent some special time with maria, watched tv and went to bed. This morning I awoke with baited breath to see if something was going to fall on me.

Well now I am at work, my dry cleaning dropped off, sitting at my desk. So far so good.

Apparently Jamies sausages are a hit. I guess you really can't go wrong combining soul with sausage.

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...