such an amazing night at the Lipstick Jungle launch (held over at Saks 5th avenue in the SHOE DEPARTMENT. And you could actually PURCHASE SHOES whilst mingling. how very, very fabulous.)

As you all know, I don’t drink almost EVER. but I had two glasses of champagne tonight (on a practically empty stomach) and I am feeling goooooooooooood.

I think I finally understand why people drink when they feel crappy.

I do not plan to make this a regular occurrence but let me tell you, I needed it tonight.

I would say with some assurance that this is definitely “drunk blogging.” Can I get in trouble for this? I’m always getting in trouble for something.

I wish I could tell you everything that’s REALLY happened over the past six months. You would never believe it. never. ever. ever. ever. ever.

I hope my karma will reward me, because NOTHING ELSE IS.

The most incredible thing is that I feel like the kinder I am, the nicer I treat people the more forgiving I become, the worse I get treated. It’s FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE.

I wish I could say everything I’m thinking right now, but even when I’m tipsy I’m restrained.  Yeah, I said it.  RESTRAINED.  For every time I’ve put up something that people think is “going too far,” there were 15 times I stopped myself.

Which, frankly, sucks.

C. told me to take “the high road” this evening and in response I said, “WHY THE HELL DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO TAKE THE HIGH ROAD?!?!?!” I’m sick of the fucking high road. Look at Jennifer Aniston. She took the high road and where did that get her??? Malibu. Single. With a 0% BMI and a mean nicotine habit.

huh. Actually that doesn’t sound so bad. Except the nicotine part.