If it means that much to you, it'll happen. You must believe it, babe. It's going to happen. And we'll be there to watch the star shine.

All of my love,

H.R.H., N.W.

Up That Ladder!

Having a fantastic disaster at Vanity Fair as am healing old wounds and tearing into new ones. Have become the darling of the office now have learned how to create a disaster thanks to Tennille, my ever-affectionate and doting mentor.

Am fantastizing about a life where searching for a new job is not a priority.

Whateves.

I need a drink, I need a ride around New Rochelle, I need a night with some lovely creature, not at all opposed to being used. I need all of these and more.

The happy ever colorful walls of Fir light up these days with the onset of some fantastic design plans. Bags is still hanging around, no longer the subject of raunchy in-office fantasties as over the lack of wit he perscribes to conversation. Although quite flattered by a display of carefully mulled over upper body in tight fitting cheap T-shirts in orange. J'adore.

Other than that, no real change in forecast. It rained all day today, literally. I used to believe that rain was a sign of onsetting success, and let us hope my consequent interview with Hillary Clinton at Fir this week goes well. Crims says to dress fantastically, and I of course concur. Use what you got, even if it isn't much. God only knows what I'm going to ask!

Eating like a starvation victim recently freed. Queen of carbohydrates and thighs to prove it. None the les,, am daydreaming over some more pepsi.

Hanging; if not strongly, surely. Am getting used to having no ground beneath my feet. Have learned to kick quite profusely.

Am blest despite this misfortune. Am a slow train, crawling up a hill. Awaiting the ever sweetened moment when we hit the climax, when just one jolt goes out beneath me, when I begin that glorious speed, faster faster, into the light.

Ugh These Losers...

Another bad date this evening with Ian the British bore. Are there no decent men in all of New York? I've simply become so jaded over the years of dating that no one will do.

And so, a Coke, and daydreams of sexy foreign men, never to be tainted with reality...

The Art of Fabulous

Ever sit back and laugh at your own times?

Wow.

Fucking Bloom is fucking Bloom. Times are very chill now that life is fabulous again. I had today:

1. First taste of W. - fries and a chicken sandwich with about a gallon of Diet Coke
2. 1 Rather large raspberry cupcake
3. 1 Bottle of Diet Coke
4. 3 Chicken fingers
5. 3 Handfuls of Assorted Jelly Belly Beans
6. 1 Serving of Green Beans
7. 26 Tater Tots

All of this adds up to:

17 times I obsessed about my thighs actually welling up before my eyes
45 extra pounds on my body
7 clogged artery scares (8 imagined, of course)

...and this in turn adds up to:

45 minutes I will spend on my StairMaster this evening!

Am obessing at Fir with things I cannot have. Had rather graphic fantasy involving a scene from Vanity Fair and a few QG's.

Am also, in turn, contemplating how to rid myself of and simultaneously become Tennille. Rock and all, please. It is so typical her, husband. The man looks liek Prince Charles and she's got money like the Queen.

And then there's me.

I once read that there were stars out during the day; that you just can't see them next to the sun. Tennille is the sun.

(And guess where I am in this sky?)

Argh.

Am newly enthralled by Mark at work. He's amazing.

Am enjoying my spot of happiness in this rainy night.

"We're getting jacked on cheap champagne, just let the good times all roll out."

- Scissor Sisters

Loves it. LOVES it!