We interrupt our regular program for bitching and moaning for this special announcement:

I got this from someone named CharmingDinnerGuest. WARNING! SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE SPOILERS!

But ignore the St. Elsewhere references.

The long-infertile Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is now pregnant! In a scene shot Thursday morning on the corner of 70th & Lexington at a restaurant called Luni, Charlotte and Big are coming out of the restaurant when Charlotte's water breaks. She tries to hail a cab, when Big throws her in his car.
- Big and Carrie are moving in together and they are apartment-hunting in NYC.

I enjoy your blog and I wish you would post more often.

Thank you for the heads up. I know I should post more. But I have been feeling so blah lately. My life consists of work, tv and Ben and Jerry's.

Enough

I am sick and tired of people cramming into the subway. I am sick and tired of having a starbucks coffee and a raisin bagel with cream cheese for breakfast. I am sick and tired of feeling fat and avoiding the scale. I am sick and tired of working at a job I really don't like. And I am sick and tired dealing with people who think they know who I am and especially those who have betrayed me.

TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER!

Rant man sent me these photos.

CARRIE AND MR BIG! YAY!

I have to find out where they are filming. If anyone knows please email me.

VMAs 2007

Worst performance

Britney Spears was a disaster, whoever picked out that outfit for her should be dragged out on the street and shot. she still has not lost the baby weight. However it might leftover flab from being in rehab. Apparently, weight gain is a common occurrence after doing your 28 days.

Even her lip-synching was off.

Best Performance

Alicia Keys cover of George Michael was fabulous. She just made the entire gay nation her new best friend.

CORRECTION! WORST PERFORMANCE SARAH SILVERMAN

Holy S**t, someone take this unfunny whore off the stage. Her Paris joke was so overdone and didn't even get a giggle. And her "I have a diarrhea" and her Kany West/Snowflake and Amy Winehouse was horrible. Oooh, that is so cutting edge. All she goes for is the shock and not the awe. Stick to selling clothes for the Gap.

A L.A.M.B to the slaughter

It appears that Gwen Stefani's Japanese hooker line has failed to impress at fashion week.


September 6, 2007, 2:01 pm
Spring Rolls and Arm Candy

Last night I bolted out of the L.A.M.B show, nearly knocking over the publicist Paul Wilmot. Sorry, Paul. If ever there was a reason for a pop star to concentrate on her vocal skills, it was Gwen Stefani’s fashion meltdown. Among the words I wrote in my notebook, until my pen came to a stop, were “blob,” “very last season,” “bad secretary,” “astonishingly bad,” and “Ditzville.” I’m amazed—now—I had that much to say.

In all honesty we can't fault Gwennie for this disaster. She's a singer, she is used to having the best producers, lawyers, and sound engineers and lots and of Yes men. Since she was out of her element in fashion she did not know where to find the best fashion whores that would elevate her line of clothing beyond standard B&T wear for girls from Long Island. I mean the stuff is atrocious. The only girl who wear this stuff would be the bait girls who appear on "To Catch a Predator".

Of course she will make a fortune off this line regardless of the critics, since it is made in China and for all we know it is probably made of Chinese people. She probably thanks god for the Bridge and Tunnel crowd. There are the only people stupid enough to buy her crap.

Labor Day weekend Part 1

"Oh my god, oh my god, I am on Fire Island, with three women. Everyone is going to think I am gay."

"If you keep whining like that everyone is really going to think your some type of mo."

This was one of many conversations between the Crow and her mutual friend while I lounged on the beach with Salad Dancer.

My plans for the Labor Day weekend were quite simple which was to spend it with my parents. For all of Saturday, I helped my Dad put together his new entertainment center which consisted of a Wii and a new DVD player and making these excellent biscuits with my Mother. Sunday, my parents were going to Chappaqua for a barbecue. Apparently a challenge was thrown down for everyone to bring something that was homemade, hence the biscuits.

I planned on house sitting for my parents when I got a call from Salad Dancer as I was munching on a bagel reading the Times.

“Want to come to the beach?” she asked

“In the Hamptons?” I replied happily

“I wish. No. Fire Island.”

“I thought you and the Crow were in the Hamptons?”

“The operative word is were.”

“What happened?”

“You want to go to the beach or not?” Salad Dancer said in an annoyed tone.

“Yeah, I want to go.”

“Meet us at Penn station by 9. When you get to the ticket booth ask for the Sunken Forest Package.”

So I threw in a towel, a bikini, sunscreen, a Sidney Sheldon book into my Whole Foods bag and ran off to Penn Station.

It was there I saw Salad Dancer and the Crow, looking quite hung over with their shades on, standing underneath the scheduling board.

“What’s up?”

“Ola.” Said Crow

Salad Dancer nodded gave me a nod and slight smile.

“So shall we be off?”

“This is your first time taking a train from Penn Station?”

“Uhh. Yeah.”

Crow took her sunglasses off.

“You see this herd of people? They are all waiting looking at that big board of letters and numbers, which will announce what track their train is on. When that happens all these people will stampede to that track and god help anyone in their way. In the meantime we wait. If you want to get to sit on train before departure than go to Grand Central.”

“Jesus f**king Christ. It’s a little early for acting like such a thunder b**tch. Can you at least wait until when we are at work? “

The Crow put her hand on her face in an act of exasperation.

“Sorry PP. It is just that..”

“Our Hamptons soiree got derailed and crashed and burned.” Interjected the Salad Dancer.

“And no. We don’t want to talk about it.” Finished the Crow.

“Okay. Anybody else will be joining us to Fire Island?”

“Yes. A mutual friend of ours.”

“Oh my f**king god!” I heard a voice bellow behind me and turned around. He was a tall thin man who could pass to be in his twenties but if you looked closer you could see the crow’s feet beginning to form around his eyes. He wore Old navy outfit of beige shorts and a white t-shirt.

“$2.40 for 2 doughnuts? I know this is Manhattan but this is unf**king believable.”

It was going to be a long trip.