25 Sep 2008 › 10:35pm
Well, there is nothing, nothing, nothing to report in Mister Man land. As you can imagine, for the past few weeks I’ve had a very queasy stomach and a very punchy (OK bitchy) brain. What can I say? I like getting what I want. And I don’t like not getting what I want. Wait, what do I want again?
Anyway… luckily, I’ve been insanely busy with the many fashion weeks cluttering up the horizon. Also luckily, boot season is upon us! I took a little time-out to snap up (OK get on the waiting list) for all the boots I want. YAY! Fall boots are almost enough to catapult me out of crabby-land. But not quite. Penelope Boobykins, my office mate (you may recall that she recently benefited from a bit of enhancement). Well, she’s been working my nerves. For starters, she’s been serving up the sulky attitude ever since I got back from Magic. Maybe she feels like I’m getting more recognition than I deserve? Who knows. Who cares honestly. Just as long as she keeps those mamas under wraps, which she is increasingly in danger of not doing. I mean her wardrobe has taken a serious downhill toboggan ride since the “trip to Mexico.” The outfits are getting tinier and tinier, sluttier and sluttier. I don’t get it. I guess someone somewhere did too good a job of pretended not to notice them, and she’s going to keep dressing like this until that person cracks and screams, “OK! I get it! Your boobs are huge. Are you happy now?”
