Next Tuesday I'm going to be at Military Island in Times Square at 10am. Only two things will get me to Times Square. Love/Smitteness and free. This time I'm going for the free.

Uniqulo is setting up a human vending machine to dispense free Heat Tech wear (fancy term for long underwear). If I'm going to be homeless from the recession then I'm fo sure going to need some Heat Tech. Oh and I want to partake in the insanity that is a human vending machine.

• For fucks sake why can't I embed a video in any of my blogs?

Paul doesn't believe in any other video site other than YouTube so I can't embed this video. I assure you it is very worth your time to click on it. It's this video of an adorable (when I say adorable I mean so cute your ovaries/head might explode from the amount of cuteness) little girl telling a story about animals in French. This makes me want little bambinos.

Last night I went out with some people from work and former co-workers. We were all just talking about dating/sex/life and one of my former coworkers mentioned that he wanted to set me up with a friend of his. A friend who he doesn't like very much, just so he could watch me eat him alive. This is the second time in month where someone implied I was "difficult" to date.

I'm pretty surprised that this is the impression men have of me. I think I'm a pretty easy going person to date and can only recall two times in the past few years where I've really gone off on someone. Number one being on Tom- which enough said it was justified. Number two being on Mr. I'm 3 hours late and I think that's ok. Possibly you could include a thrid time when I called Mr. I heart Broadway a jackass via email- but he said it first, I just agreed that he was.

There's no real point to this other than I want it on record that I am not a man eater.

Behold two of my favorite things on Earth:



Stolen from the redcarpet pictures from the grand re-opening of the Hello Kitty Luxe Flagship Store (try saying that all in one breath) in Times Square.

• Side note: last time I went to the Hello Kitty Store was with the dude :( Sigh..

I will get a pass to the L'Oreal company store. I went last year and wanted to die from excitement. Basically what is is (for those not in the know) the store where L'Oreal sells all their shit (and the products of the brands they own: Maybelline, Kiehls, Shu Uemura, Lancome, Kerastase, La Roche-Posay, etc..) at a HUGE discount.

It's really hard to get into the store and there are only 2 ways to achieve this:

#1 is to know someone at L'Oreal (which was how I got in last year, but they were a friend of a friend and now the one dude doesn't like the other- long story short he can’t get me in now).

#2 is to either sacrifice your hair to Matrix (after my recent hair adventures no one is getting their hands on my hair) or sign up for L'Oreal's Consumer Expressions Research Center (CERC). The catch is you can't sign up for both and it's kinda hard to actually find out about CERC.

I managed to track down the address for CERC and convinced a co-worker that she should come with me (because you know it’s more fun to go on adventures in pairs). We talked our way past security into the L'Oreal bldg and went up to the third floor in the freight elevator. After walking past cages of amazing product (like every hair care, perfume product you could ever want) we found the desk to the motherland. We had to go one at a time and sit at a computer and enter our information. Afterwards they gave us a pamphlet with information about the CERC, let us know that we were one of THREE THOUSAND in their database (3,000 other people managed to find this place in Manhattan?!) and that we'd be getting an email shortly with another survey. Oh and at the end they give you a bag of goodies!!! Now the wait begins. But so help me god I will get into that Company Store if it kills me.

Yes, this is what I do with my day. Plan beauty adventures and make other people come with me.