If you are in the mood to see pictures of ultra cute fuzzies then you must to to this site asap:

I'm obsessed with the bunnies and the squirrel.

Speaking of bunnies I have a bunch of scientist friends who are insanely smart. Like PhD from Cambridge smart. Its rare that I actually know something they don't. So last Friday we were hanging out drinking whiskey and smoking the chebo and of course we were talking about living space and neighborhoods (it's a constant topic- you always want to know if someone has the inside scoop on a sweet new apt/hood). Anyways my friend Danelle started talking about how her friends have 5 bunnies in this small studio apt. And everyone loves bunnies and starts being all "oh I want a bunny". Then Danelle moved on to cats. Now it's all cats and bunnies. Then Danelle is like wait you can't have cats and bunnies because bunnies would eat cats. Hmmm. For a second no one said anything. And as messed up as I was I was pretty sure that a bunny would never eat a cat. But hey these are the science crew, maybe they know something I don't. The all the sudden everyone blurted out at the same time- wait i don't think that can happen. She stuck by her theory. We all question if she has actually ever seen a bunny.

PS- I took a sleeping pill last night, when I woke up this morning I was really groggy. And I noticed my hair is super gross today. I then started thinking about what shampoo I used. I have a large variety. Then I remembered. I didn't use any shampoo, only conditioner. I washed my hair with conditioner today. Can you say bad hair day?

I just scored a pair of tickets to the Allman Brother's show on the last night of their NYC gig. I'm ready to pee my pants I'm so freaking excited!!

This past weekend I got a little taste of the rockstar lifestylo thanks to Lori. Some how this girl knows every b-ish level celeb here and in Philly. She got us backstage passes to a sold out show at Irving Plaza. It was for some semi-hardcore type band Silverstein. They actually turned out to be pretty good. Really though the best part is getting to wear the backstage pass, well that and the free booze. All the 13 year old girls were sweating that. Speaking of 13 year old girls, it was mostly 13 year old girls in attendance. As Lori and others like to point out quite frequently- I was by far the oldest female there, besides the parents who were there to pick up their kids.

Part #2 of why it rocked- we met this stylist there who also happened to be from the b'lo (yes it was like a Kenmore family reunion). This girl had a real Chanel bag as her gym bag. I wanted to rip it from her hands every time i saw it, only due to large amounts of corona in a can was I able to resist. Now that I have the Prada shoes my next goal is the Chanel tote as a gym bag.

On other news fronts the count down to St. Pattys day begins. I land in Buff at 5:35pm. I am hoping to be in a bar and drunk by no later than 6:30pm- that's assuming I'm not already drunk when I board the plane.

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).