Today is the day I'm choosing to celebrate my birthday. I started out by a visit to Bumble and Bumble in the West Village to get my roots touched up. I love nothing more than fancy salons and hair treatments. After that I decided to walk around a bit, since I avoid that part of town like the plague (it's way to fancy for me). I walked by Julian Schnabel's crazy pink building . Then I decided to head over to Marc Jacobs and buy some fun things. I'm not going to lie I loved carrying that bag around. Then I decided to keep walking and head over to see puppies at Le Petite Puppy. After I kept walking, enjoying the day. I happened to walk past a couple taking a picture with a mailman. I thought it was really odd that anyone would want the picture of the mailman. Then I realized it was Kieffer Sutherland (thank you lilho for telling me the name). I then hopped down to Century 21 and scored a pair of Fry boots for $89! I actually haven't owned a pair of boots in years for a reason that's too complex to get into.

And the best part- I still have LIZA tonight.


Note: I wish lilho was going with me. I feel like even though she doesn't love her, she'd appreciate the camp as much as me...

• Obligatory myspace/macbook picture because Paul claims more people will like my journal with pictures.

I walked in and saw this at my desk. I seriously almost cried it was so sweet and thoughtful. My co-worker decorated my desk and put together the most thoughful, funny, wonderful gifts for me. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have certain people in my life.



PS Thats Liza singing Happy Birthday to me!

Bought myself some presents.



Ok so my whole grand plan of posting that picture didn't work out so well. Basically I just bought a bunch of stuff from Sephora. I recieved a gift card last night at 6pm and have spent it already. It didn't even last 24 hours in my hands!

Normally I hate her and her vapid life. Actually I just hate her nonsociety business partners. Actually I just can't stand Mary. But, today she posted pretty much the most relevant, heartfelt blog post ever. It helps that I feel pretty much the exact same way.



Best part of her post:

The truth is, sometimes I’m a big pile of mush who just wants someone special to snuggle with at night.

Okay, then, now I’ve been honest with you. I actually feel a little ill.

And yeah, I could use a hug.


Oh Julia, maybe I do heart you after all..

Normally I'm a little afraid of hamsters. This fear originated when I was in the third grade and took the class pet home for a weekend. The one rule (told to me by both the teacher and my parents) was: do not take the hamster out of the cage unless there is an adult around. Ever since I was a tike I've been all "Eff rules. I'm too smart for rules to apply to me."

Long story short. I took the hamster out of the cage. It nibbled my finger. I freaked out (I didn't have a lot of exposure to live animals in my youth) and dropped it. It ran under my little white bookshelf. I lifted the bookshelf up to look for it. Put the bookshelf down. Well, you know what happened. Don't make me re-live it.

My fear diminished a bit today after seeing this. Now I want both a hamster and a piano.