Saturday, December 18, 2004

oops

Remember how I said I really, really wanted to sleep with my hairstylist? Well, I am nothing if not a woman of my word, so I did. (Though it wasn't so much "sleep with" as "fuck in the bathroom of the totally sick apartment nextdoor to Lenny Kravitz's Soho loft.") I hope he'll still do my hair when I come visit, because he's by far done the best job ever (on my HAIR.) Also, I officially have a boyfriend. He lives in Canada. Anyone want to wager a guess as to WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? Thanks.

2 comments:

mayalex said...

That's hot...
I think I stand little chance of sleeping with my stylist, unless I become a gay man...
Why, oh why, do you, who already has (an albeit faraway) boyfriend also have a straight, hot, stylist??!!
Life is so unfair. Hmmmpphh.

Fat Asian Baby said...

And i have photographic evidence...of the kissing, folks. just the kissing.