Sick boy

Let me start this ill-fated, post dated post with a bit of good motherly advise – eat well, take a daily multivitamin, and don’t get take out delivery in Manhattan. I refuse to get anything delivered to me anymore (well almost) because you have to remember the same frightening people you see on the subway and shitting on the streets of Soho at 9pm (happens all the time) will be shoving their hands into your chicken salad sandwich before you shove it into your snout. Bon appetit. Something made me v. sick this past weekend.....

Anyways I have (er had) strep throat, which is not cute to say the least. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I remember back in 1995(?), my best friends in college went to Florida and I had to be holed up in my dorm with strep and I thought was going to drop dead (which oddly enough some Chinese girl downstairs from me did at the same time. She was in her room but they didn’t find her for a week and half because they thought the smell was rotten Chinese food – so tragic!).

I spent all day Saturday watching the America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1 under my schmatta, developing an unhealthy obsession with plus sized beauty Tocarra  (btw have you ever met a black girl named Sue or Emily or anything that isn't crazy, it just doesn’t happen). It was pretty brainless but I learned what a dashiki is (I think) and it made me remember when I was a 5 (ok 26) year old tossing my blankie around my shoulders and posing like I was a miniLadyBunny. Anyways, strep drugs are very very soothing so I passed out but made it up in time to watch Twink Floyd on SNL... no surprise here but the SlitherSisters were just TTH (*trying too hard) but hey I heard they were nominated for a Granny Award, so what do I know.

xo rk

So to all three of my concerned readers I'm fine now, and I lost 11 lbs in the process, so it was kinda worth it!!!! I can finally fit into my dashiki.