number 61 little lovely laugh

number 60 be excited be be excited

number 60 good times and blonde hair

number 59 today is a good day

so, one of my friends used to yell in the office...TODAY IS A GOOD DAY...i did understand, and often i now use the expression. but today really was a good day for me.

firstly jennie is here, and she is having the best time ever, second, i have a new job, and third, i found a herman miller chair just sitting on the side of the road.

today is a good day.

number 58 strawberry fields forever

number 57 shiny balloons and past life regression

as we walked around the renaissance part of the met pretending we were back in the olden days, addressing ourselves as lady ifould, sir justin, and emperor au, laughing out loud at how debaucherous we might have been, I wondered what count nolan would have got up to in the endless supply of parlors that we seemed to come across. in stark contrast, we got in the elevator, up to the roof to see koons on a perfect grey day.

we accidently saw up some old woman's skirt, drank sangria, and sir justin talked of pooling together funds to have bought a koons when they were only 2 million dollars. another life perhaps.

number 56 no cares

number 55 i got you babe

number 54 death dreams and crazy people

I had crazy dreams last night, someone in my house attacked me and wanted to kill me...it all came to a pleasant end, as my phone rang to someone wanting something from me, and me saying in a slumber, no that is the LA office...clearly not thinking that it was potentially madonna calling me wanting to know where her 20 pairs of sunglasses that I have promised her are!! yes true.

anyway, it was fedex...wanting to clear up an address that I had in my frazzled state written the numbers down back the front - another important package, to another important member of society, mgmt's manager, and other half (already given the cute one clothes in person)...so, i am saying to the man on the other end of the line...'it is to be delivered to Death and Glory'...and the guy keeps repeating 'BLANK AND GLORY' and i am like 'NO IT'S DEATH AND GLORY you know death, to die'...and he repeats 'yes, blank and glory'...i pause before saying the same stupid thing again. this is not making any sense...blank and glory??@??@...he says 'maam, i can't say that word but we are talking about the same place'...i am like 'what word can't you say, i don't get it, it is not some code, i just want to make sure this package is going to the right place, the company is not called blank and glory'.

then it all clicks. he can't say the word death for some crazy assed reason at 7.05am...i am like 'ok yes it is going to BLANK AND GLORY' you crazy person!

begin wednesday 07 30 08...blank and glory

number 53 men without hats

number 52 wendy gell

something about finding a little jem in a big pile of rubbish. wendy gell...glue gun extraordinaire from the 80's i stumbled on some amazing cuffs in a hot little market on sunday...

i bought the cheap option - wendy gell for disney mikey mouse badge with some crazy big ruby and diamond. look how fun her studio looks all those boxes up the back filled with shit ready to be glue gunned...heaven.

number 51 arthur russell

i love this song...thank you rose

number 50 food diary

mia has decided she is not going to take any photo's of her trip to the big city, but at the end of the trip she is going to give me her food diary to publish...day 1 this was towards the end of the day, but it was pickles in a plastic bag and soda pop at this point.

we have just finished discussing how we both thought we were maybe polish in another life, because we got back to the old routine of gravlax on pumperknickel, with vodka and ice...i was like, what would we say as cheers..hmm, pravda, goolash...then mia held up her glass and was like, 'no babooshka!' with a big pretty smile...yes, babooshka as we almost smashed our glasses together.

number 49 trust fun updates

a nice updated hot website from trust fun crew...i like the edition of rainbow boy. just hurry the fuck up and get that new petit mal out!!...what did i tell you, those tshirts would sell out in a flash, now you will just have to settle with a 'so wrong'.

http://trust-fun.com

number 48 broken arm dance!

so this was my boss move...!!! i would more have called it i am the boss, hold your elbow and point your hand, like, i am the boss...

http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/06/michael_ball_shows_kirsten_dun.html

damn, if only we hadn't drunk so many free cucumber cocktails and gone on some quesadilla mission, we thought the tab was over!...ah well, always other times in this fun city. ps, i don't recall any broken arm dance move from the 80's?