Shorts weather? It seems as if every time the weather isn’t frigid, this is an appropriate condition to be in. Not for me. Today I am sporting a cute little rockabilly inspired dress..and it’s red. Red cap sleeves with a black nautical star in the middle of the chest. Hot shit. I love how everyone freaks out where I work when I am wearing anything remotely uber girl. Today I am uber girl. It’s also Friday the 13th. ooohhhhh.

So my heart of hearts doesn’t care. I have been speaking to new people off this site lately. Common denominator? The dick. I have decided my spiteful little supercunt friend is a good lesson in trusting creatures with vaginas. The only creature that I TRULY trust with a vagina is my dog, and even she cheats on me with whomever will let her furrow under the covers. What happened to the sane and nice girls in NYC, anyhow? Are you guys all running exclusive clubs that are full of the coolest chicks, and membership is full? I’m thinking it might be because we as single creatures dominate the NYC social scene. In other words, all hot canadian boys should be heading south to the city. New York is like the Alaska for single men. Straight women outnumber straight men like 4 to 1 here. Sad? Sure, but it’s true. Pickings can get slim, but then there’s always my friend double A, which when turned to the on position, can rock my socks clean off.

Speaking of which. I have felt premature Spring sprung. I keep finding my hands heading southward when I am alone. I could be watching the fucking price is right, or the style network (which CAN be entertaining sometimes), but I still have no control. My friend double A is getting a workout as well, but it serves him right, for always being there and never having anything stupid to say back to me.

Ok, that was fun. I admitted it. Rock and fucking roll, kids. Rock and fucking roll.