So here I go again. Head over heels into work. When I first took over my old store I spent like six months dwelling in the leopard wall paper and leather perfumed air. And here I go again.

I wanted this store sooo badly but now I am starting to think twice, now that I am there. Maybe because I’ve heard fifty million times how things when Sergio was there. And how things used to be.

But let’s face the music here – I did get there by riding a broom stick and it may take a really long time but I will make you wish you never gave me trouble. Deal with it.




It began with people speaking to me like I didn’t understand English and spelling out things like “C-A-T” hmmm. Okay.

And then I saw Cameron Diaz on Leno or something talking about how she went brunette and I was inspired. And then on The View.

The idea was like a virus infesting my brain.



My boyfriend invited people to our house who I don’t even know for dinner on Friday. Why would he do that? I have no idea who these people are, we only have enough kitchen seating for four and there will be six and I’m the one cooking so what I’m cooking for six then standing?

Other things – my store has no a/c during this lovely heat wave we’re having. My store also has no openable windows. So I’m sitting – and sweating! I cut the sleeves off of a shirt, put on my gauchos and flip flops and in a another couple hours I’m going to oil up and catch a tan. I swear!

Thing three – I still haven’t made it to the beach. No beach. No tan. Nothing. I need a tan. I look like one of those long faced funny looking pale children without one. With one – I kind of look more normal and less albino alien.