Shit, I Left My Glitter Space Boots at Home

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No, I'm serious, I really did.
So I've been slacking in a major way on this blog thing. I could say it's because I was in St. Tropez Christening my new yaght (ask sombody about it. what.) But that wouldn't be entirely true. The reality of it all is that I've been glued to the nytimes and craigslist trying to find The Luxury Sky Pad East. It's a serious bitch but it'll be worth it.

Ok, so last night I got drunk and sang "I Will Survive" very poorly. But that's pretty much par for the course. Some of you have brought it to my attention that I haven't been making out with strangers as much as I used to. You're so wrong about that. I have been. Oh yes, I have. And I have the random business cards to prove it.

I had a wonderful time last night with Schmoops. We went to Sweet and Vicious and I learned alot of very useful information--but that's always the case. Like for example did you know that Guiness is actually a pretty light beer? Here, I always thought that it was like a roast turkey dinner. But check it out the next time you order a black and tan---the Guiness floats to the top. Groovy.
PEARLS
Don't get caught fucking a hen, you could wind up hanging from a tree.
Don't move to Russia if you're a lady--you'll have to give up short skirts and Tammy Fay make-up so the mens don't start howling at the moon.

I'm seeing Bowie tonight at Jones Beach. It should be most excellent. And clearly my face will be a mess.

Buy the WONDERSTUFF. You'll love it most def.

The Jansens is from Appleton. His town ruined the mystery behind Houdini and in doing so, has rocked the worl of prestidigitation. We're going to stone him when he comes back from the Cote D'Azure. Just kidding love. BRING BACK SMARTIES!!!