has been solidified:



Oh Paul sometimes you are the best friend a girl could have.

On another note: The band She Wants Revenge rocks the party. The song Tear You Apart is my fave song of the day. It's hot.

In continuing with my theory that one day the robots will come for us I offer this book as a survival guide:

God damn- why don't I ever take my ideas and just run with them. I so could have written a Robot Attack survival guide.

And for the cool kids:

Be there or be square. Really who doesn't love a slightly slutty lead singer who flaunts the fact that new york girls will kick your ass city style. I'm jealous I can't go. Lilho will be there to represent for the Ho's. And I can say with 100% certainty she does the slightly slutty genre great justice.

And for some more news on the music front:
Bishop Allen has just released their new EP "January" as part of their year long EP release experiment. Get it now kids as it is a limited edition.

And if you haven't already jumped on the Arctic Monkeys band wagon I highly suggest you do. For a select few I'm willing to burn you an advance copy (imported straight from the streets of London).

Because I'm beyond bored at work:

So the other day me and (e:paulie) were having a little chat and as always we ended up on a random topic: When people tell you their "sexy/provocative" stories thinking it's hot that they are telling you, yet really they are kind of gross. So then you have this horrific image in your head. Shivers.

On another note I have all these rocking new scientific friends. I totally dig the science nerds. Who knew all this time I just needed a little science in my life to perk me up.

And finally:

Last year I was home for valentine's day and as I was sitting on the Drexel ((E:pmt)'s couch) Paulie saddles up next to me and asks me to be his valentine. It was adorable. This year I don't believe that will happen :( I suppose I'll have to go with choice number two and take the (E:lilho) as my valentine. Looking on the bright side of that at least my valentine is funny and has stylo that could kick anyone's ass hands down...

So in Dec I ordered these custom made boots from London. They cost a small fortune (500 plus 40 per pair for shipping) and were awesome and made just for me. Now its almost a month later and I still don't have them. I called the company, reamed them out and sent a not so nice email. Later I realize I mistakenly forgot part of the shipping address. I'm an asshole. So I emailed the company back, took the blame for being an idiot and now I still want my boots. Will I ever get them? Everyday I'm like this would be a sweet outfit with my boots. Oh wait I don't have any boots. Fuck! I do have Prada shoes though. Sadly they aren't healing the wounds of having no boots.

Secondly- I agree 100% w (e:lilho). I too am sick of all this feeling crapness mixed with the mundane details of peoples days. I miss the old school days of (e:jason) and the debates, combined with randomness and stories about scandal and booty calls. Really let's take the emo over to myspace where all the crapness belongs. If your post involves: sex/booty calls w details- I say post. If your post invloves: love lost feelings, why am I here feelings or minute by minute play back of your day (and your day is not interesting) then take it to myspace. Really I don't think (e:strip) should be all about everyone being BFF, that sucks. I say bring the fiest back to estrip. (e:lilho) and I are starting the movement.

So Saturday I saw Mike Meyers at Teany. He has really awesome skin, which I thought was interesting. No, I didn't go say anything to him. It's one of the unwritten NYC rules, you let the celebs live in peace and they will continue to mingle amongst us so we can gawk. Sadly Teany is closing :(. Moby pulled out because the place is not making money. Really it's not a suprise. People go in and drink a $5 pot of tea for 2 hours, that's not a money maker. Esp. since it's in the uber hip LES- aka we charge and insane amount fo rent for a shithole.

Also I am now the official owner of my first pair of Prada shoes. Since I was little I used to tell (e:paul) my dream was to own a insanely expensive pair of Italian made shoes. They are actually from a thrift store, so I paid less than $100 for them too. I have reached my goals before I turned 30. Awesome. Speaking of thrift stores. I am the thrift store queen. I found a Nanette Lapore silk shirt at the Goodwill too for $5. Now that's a bargin. The same place I got the Prada's from also has a pair of Hogan Wedges for $35 size 9- a little big, but for the sake of fashion why not?

Now if I could only get my act together and clean my apartment my life would be fab...