Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Valentine's Day

Last week the claque were out celebrating love or the illusion of it. Even VD's f**kbuddy got into the spirit of things with dinner and a carriage ride in the park. They didn't ask about me since they know my plans. I started the day watching a marathon including 3 o'clock high, The Blues Brothers and all three Back to the Futures . I ate a large pizza and drank a six pack of cream soda. I barely finished Millionaire next door and started to read feminine force but I fell asleep. Basically I was doing stuff that not remind me of Valentine's day.

I thought I was over him until I saw him at that open house. It was weird. For a second I wanted to walk up to him and grab him from behind. My arms locked around his waist while leaning my head in whispering into his ear asking him what he was doing.

But his girlfriend shattered that spell when when she walked into that picture. She was tall lean and blonde wearing hip hugger jeans and a black turtleneck. She held her jacket in one of her arms. I think I stared at them for awhile and I ran out. I hope they didn't see me.

I feel stupid, ashamed and unwanted. I want to dissappear. I thought I was over it but I was just numb and unfeeling until I saw him again.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

maybe she wasn't his girlfriend. maybe she was just his f**kbuddy.


9:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Friend,

Feeling empty? Feeling glum? Have Life and Love (and even food) let you down?


You'll be glad you did! ;)

10:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I feel stupid, ashamed and unwanted."

As you should. Remember that letter from your father? Honestly, you've got so much growing up, and smartening up, to do before anyone will love you. For one thing, you should develop a sense of kindness, but as it you just seem rotten, and stupid, because why else would anyone like yourself keep a blog advertising how awful they are? And that fact that you don't even get how awful you are is mind-blowing (this is what your Dad and your sister and your mother have been trying to tell you).

Oh yes, you might want to come back at me with one of your smackdowns, but what the fuck do I care. You're just some spoiled brat in New York, and we're not even in the same country. You're the international celebrity of vulgar wealth, and I read your blog for a laugh, and I'm writing this out of a sense of our common humanity. So I'll say first of all, I'm sorry if you're upset reading this now, but you've had it comming. All the people who hate you now would forgive you if you'd just eat humble pie and maybe say you're sorry. In addition, you're young aren't you, which is the biggest part of your problem, that and you've spent you're whole life sheltered. So great, you have millions of dollars. Whoopdeefuckingdoo. You just going to go through life partying and chasing after boys? It might sound fine now, but trust me, in ten years you'll find it boring. So, whatever, do it until you find it boring. But then what? I'd like to think that you might see how unfair it is that someone like yourself, so undeserving, gets to be a millionaire in one of the world's greatest cities, while others around the world are fucked. And you might stop and think about why that is. (No, it's not because they're lazy and/or just losers - life is far more complicated than insults, and you're smart, why not try to understand it?).

Look at someone like Angilina Jolie - she see's how much the celebrity thing is bullshit and she's doing what she can to help make the world a better place. What the fuck are you doing, except giving people an example of what not to be like?

10:24 PM  
Anonymous "The Writer" said...

Sick. A whole pizza and a six pack of cream soda? I don't think the female human body was built to withstand such a partake of caloric content.

Furthermore, you probably didn't have to run out. He was the one who ought to have felt ashamed, not you. He probably wouldn't have even acknowledged that you two "dated", let alone that he fed you waffles or whatever in bed, thus contributing to your current appearance.

Again, I want to thank the perversity of the Tucker Max message board for providing links so relevant to you:

Ten points to whoever can find PP on there first...

11:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awesome, you're eating again. Keep at it. You can only find solace at the bottom of a gallon of ice cream.

8:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

FOOD IS NOT LOVE, PP! You need to find a different way to relieve stress. Try some yoga...

9:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Or roll a fat joint. Although that wouldn't help with the food part, now would it?

9:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous #2 said...

hey "Writer"! who are you?? i am on the tmmb as well and was thinking how appropriate it would be to find our sweet princess on the nolongerlonely site. gotta love tucker.

Anonymous #2

11:07 AM  
Anonymous Sean O'Toole said...

Consumed by work and other distractions, I have been aware from this blog for a while, so I spent today catching up. I do not share the attitude of the majority of the posters that Princess is either a spoiled egocentric brat or a totally made up cyber-identity. Nonetheless, I wish to disagree with her post to the effect that everyone wants to be "Jewcy." I grew up in a town that was at least 50% Jewish and a sizable percentage of the Jewish girls -- and a smaller but still significant percentage of the Jewish boys -- in my high school had plastic surgery before graduating. The majority of this work involved fixing their honkers, because big noses looked "too Jewish." Most of them opted for what is known as an "Irish nose." Therefore, if everyone wants to be "Jewcy," and most Jews want to be Irish, then, if my grasp of Logic remains strong, most people want to be Irish. I know I do.

1:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanking the Lord that I'm Irish, have a fabulous nose and spent Valentine's Day with neither a pizza or Cream Soda.

Prada Princess - Live a little. Enjoy a little. Stop with the judgments, the categorizations and just absorb. You have so much to learn and experience and doing it with your present state of mind is doing yourself a huge disservice. I'd love to see you start blogging honestly and doing some soul searching. Start with a drunk night with the girls in your apartment and just go from there. Start being honest with yourself about who you are, and trust me when I tell you that it's not an enviable Jewish New Yorker with a trust fund.

5:07 PM  
Anonymous J.Lo said...


When "Miss Creative Writing Pants" posted that article on weight loss due to dairy, she was talking about moderation. A large pizza and a 6 pack of soda was NOT what she meant. First off, pizza cheese is not the most nutritious form of cheese due to all of the grease. Secondly, the "cream" in cream soda is not considered to be a dairy product (or "diary" product as you Jewcy Upper East Siders like to call it). With this diet, you would be better off eating a wheel of cheddar in the morning.

9:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poor thing.... you're man is not stuffing you anymore, so you gots ta stuff yer self.


8:36 PM  

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