Everyone better put on their Sunday best because I am making a special guest apperance at lilho's bday bash.

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.