Christina Milian Broke. But not Busted.

Christina Milian - Dip it low live on CD:UK

Christina may be broke, but she'll always have a special place in my heart for being the sluttiest pop-tart imaginable.

Here's Christina performing her anthemic call to all sluts to spread them wide, Dip It Low.

And help a poor girl out by buying her shit off of e-bay really cheap.

He-Man as a faggot! It starts off a little slowly but stick with it, people, I've never laughed so hard! Well not since the class retard shat his pants back in 5th grade.

Superficial Friends

It's funny because it's true.

Monogamy, Monotony, My God.

A friend in SF, Jesse, recently e-mailed me about a great guy he'd met that doesn't believe in monogamous relationships, much to Jesse's chagrin.

Monogamy, Monotony, my god. I want to believe in monogamy because I'm
a hopeless romantic, but I think I've been jaded into an acceptance of
reality. Partly because of my past behavior; I've never been
monogamous in my life, and partly because I've yet to meet a couple
who I truly believe is truly monogamous. And I don't ONLY run in
circles of rampant sluts.

But do I think I'd want it? Absolutely. The bigger question of whether
I'd be able to commit has only recently affirmed itself. I think that
after a decade of gay dating, I'm finally understanding the value of
monogamy after having gone through three serious, and several minor,
relationships.
For starters, the obvious, it'd be great to be able to have
unprotected anal. The way it was supposed to be with no worries and
suspicions.
But it also be great to not run into a trick while you're out with
your boyfriend, which inevitably will happen even in huge cities in
New York, and definitely in your provincial village of SF. And you'd
find traces of foriegn encounters in their jean pockets and avoided
questions.
And those things can be emotionally akward; for some more, for others less.
And I don't want to subject someone I care about to all that.
That said I can't be monogamous right off the bath. And I don't expect
him to. But it's something that I need to be a part of the courtship
process. Right before the moving-in together. But after HIV testing.

But that's just my beliefs now, and I'm open to the fact that the rules will probably change as I go. Because that's the one constant even in relationships; things will change.

So I've designed a t-shirt for my halloween costume. You can't steal my costume idea if you're in the NYC area.
Like my nickname on the back?

PS How Creepy are Kiddie Pageants?!

So they finally apprehended a suspect for Jon Benet's murder 10 billion years later, and I kinda feel that I owe her parents an apology. I totally thought you guys did it and eagerly awaited your incarceration. But I think I speak for most people when I say you're still fucking nutjobs.

You guys dressed your five-year old like a cheap tranny hooker. And spoke like Christian fundies on your TV appearances.
Such a bad situation all around.

I don't get pedophiles much like the way I don't understand how people would want to be secretaries. You could try to explain it to me but I'd rather not know.

I'm on vacation!

Since I'm getting severance I'm in total denial that I'm unemployed. I've been treating it like a staycation- getting things fixed up around the apartment, spending time with my cat, Fattie, and eating like a fat girl eating her feelings.

So I'm headed to Provincetown, Mass. to spend a week my step-son, the high-mantinence pooch. I've already been given detailed instructions on how to continue his training using a clicker. But unbeknowst to his daddy, I'll be training him to steal Dior. Better keep on eye on your shit queens.

You've Got to Be Kidding Me

There's been so much work drama going on that I keep expecting cameras to appear and for Jason to burst into the room proclaiming me his new girlfriend. (Which to be honest with you, I wouldn't really mind... )

All of it has sadly left me unemployed. Today is my last day with People En Español, and it's been as short bittersweet ride.

Am I bummed? Yes.
Am I stressing? Most definitely.
But am I defeated?! Only slightly.

I take solace in the fact that for once it had nothing to do with my shoddy work ethic or my propensity to shop online all day. A new managing editor came in and he's bringing in his own people.

I wish the magazine and the new editor well. And I say that with my teeth clenched.

I'm not too worried. I get the feeling I'll be gainfully employed soon.

There's a new Applebees opening in Times Square.