First I get a 3:30am call unknown number(actually it was 646...New York) Then I wake up to my phone still open next to me from where I wondered who it was, but didn't answer, to look over and see my closet door WIDE OPEN!!!

Yes my issues have bloody issues and I'mm ok with that. Mostly! So I lay in bed for like an hour looking at the closet, thinking what's under my bed-expecting the muppets to pop out and sing me alittle tune to calm my frazzled nerves. Cried I think or maybe that was last nite, looked up the number that called me and that's how I know it's a newer manhattan number....sent the bat call to Jen asking he,r who's number it was as she's usually the one behind boys calling me from the neighborhood out of the blue...and I need to know when San Genero Feast is so I can arrange a trip to go and play. Bitch has not returned the call. I am beginning to get a really fucked up complex from all this isolation and no one caring about me.

I did however go to yoga and 2nd class on Saturday -note to self:
crowded
smelly
wet
Narly
EWWWWWWWWWWWWW... I really do skeeve everything. Such alittle priss-but it was great, cleared my head, made me happy,happy joy,joy and I love Theresa and Colvin, they're the best. Then I got my retail therapy on to get over how grossed out I was in class. I mean serious the one chick next to me had makeup all around her eyes-she looked like she came straight from the bar. ONLY THING......she was old enough to be my mom- If that were my mom, I would have disowned her....seriously she had noises and gas.....OMG horrible, vile, woman ....

But the emerald ,silk, vintage BCBG ,cocktail dress I picked up, makes me soooooo Happy I LOVE IT. It's so fluid and sultry. So pretty. Can't wait to wear it. SOOOO yummie on me..........

Then I bounced out right smack into Gustav or atleast the calm before the storm. Fuck a duck, I really pray that this crap downgrades and does not hit New Orleans. My friend Mary thought...

First I get a 3:30am call unknown number(actually it was 646...New York) Then I wake up to my phone still open next to me from where I wondered who it was, but didn't answer, to look over and see my closet door WIDE OPEN!!!

Yes my issues have bloody issues and I'mm ok with that. Mostly! So I lay in bed for like an hour looking at the closet, thinking what's under my bed-expecting the muppets to pop out and sing me alittle tune to calm my frazzled nerves. Cried I think or maybe that was last nite, looked up the number that called me and that's how I know it's a newer manhattan number....sent the bat call to Jen asking he,r who's number it was as she's usually the one behind boys calling me from the neighborhood out of the blue...and I need to know when San Genero Feast is so I can arrange a trip to go and play. Bitch has not returned the call. I am beginning to get a really fucked up complex from all this isolation and no one caring about me.

I did however go to yoga and 2nd class on Saturday -note to self:
crowded
smelly
wet
Narly
EWWWWWWWWWWWWW... I really do skeeve everything. Such alittle priss-but it was great, cleared my head, made me happy,happy joy,joy and I love Theresa and Colvin, they're the best. Then I got my retail therapy on to get over how grossed out I was in class. I mean serious the one chick next to me had makeup all around her eyes-she looked like she came straight from the bar. ONLY THING......she was old enough to be my mom- If that were my mom, I would have disowned her....seriously she had noises and gas.....OMG horrible, vile, woman ....

But the emerald ,silk, vintage BCBG ,cocktail dress I picked up, makes me soooooo Happy I LOVE IT. It's so fluid and sultry. So pretty. Can't wait to wear it. SOOOO yummie on me..........

Then I bounced out right smack into Gustav or atleast the calm before the storm. Fuck a duck, I really pray that this crap downgrades and does not hit New Orleans. My friend Mary thought it was a good time for a roadtrip yesterday-and that's where she is and I am worried about Steph and Tim and the baby. Thankfully they are opposite end of Louisiana at his Family's camp. CAmp mud, water... I just hope everyone gets there butts home safe, and I pray for everyone in its path. Nature is so Magnificent-but the devestation it leaves when it erupts ....heart breaking. There really is just No way to know or prepare.

I will be on the flight to LA Thursday afternoon, as long as Gustav is in and out and doesn't cause too much trouble. Otherwise-it will be by ear. I gotta get outta here folks. I've got serious Cabin fever and I gotta go!!!!

OMG I LOVE THE MUPPETS