FAME WHORE!

What better way to easy my way back into blogging than with a little famewhoring. Yes, it all seems so long ago, but the "make-up makeover" article is now in full glossy version and on newsstands. Ok… not EVERY newsstand. Mainly just Wal-Mart and Borders and Lane Bryant. But still!!! It's a national magazine. Anyway. It turned out alright. That's not my favorite "after" photo, but I shan't complain. It's a bit over-written. Evidently, I am a "city gal with a fulfilling career, loving boyfriend, and fabulous friends." Hey… two out of three ain't bad. You can make your own guesses are to which two. If you actually want to read the article, click here. I lied about Sephora. I actually went to Duane Reade (that's CVS for you southern folks).



So yeah. There I am . Woo-hoo. When do the modeling contracts start rolling in?

Speaking of which, I learned something very valuable about myself last night. I was faced with three equally enticing choices: Martha' Apprentice, LOST or America's Next Top Model. All were season premiers and each had it's own merits... I was torn. But in the final analysis… ANTM won out. What the hell is wrong with me?

My actual first choice was Martha. But I found the contestants so fucking annoying, I just couldn't do it. Those personality types are the exact people I can't stand in my day to day life- Uber competitive, fake, and shallow. So I watched the models instead. It really makes perfect sense, because as my friend Christine pointed out, I had NO expectations of the models doing anything remotely non-offensive. I could only be pleasantly surprised. And I should confess that the decision was made easier by the fact that the first hour of LOST was synopsis of the first season. When the real episode started, the models where relegated to commercial breaks. My other discovery this season is My Name is Earl. It was pretty damn funny. Oh, and Prison Break is pretty good, too.

The problem is that I can never remember which night or channel anything comes on (except Gilmore Girls). And I try to NEVER get into a rut where I would turn down dinner, sex, or a show to stay home and "watch my programs". Especially if it's a dinner sex show. I could probably benefit from TIVO. Too bad it's so damn expensive. What? A VCR? Surely you jest. I have no time for such archaic devices as VCR's.

So on the roster this weekend: heading down to DC to protest the war. Yup. I hear it's what all the people with any sense of morality and social responsibility are doing these days. And perhaps my dreams of getting tear gassed or sound cannoned to the point of vomiting will come true.

Next weekend: The Fifth Annual Pagan Pride Day. Five years of celebrating the fine heathen life.

I swear upon Tyra Bank's weave that I will blog with more frequency in the coming weeks.

Oh, and I touched Steve Buschemi last week.