hot lovin'.

is an $18 pitcher of stella just ridiculous? a.c. and i had two of 'em last night to celebrate the new job. had a great time. he and i discussed, among other topics, the posibility of me penning a book on the adult entertainment industry a la legs mcneil.

[when i first moved to the city, i posted an ad on craigslist seeking a position as an administrative assistant in the aforementioned industry. i wanted to learn the, um, ins and outs, but without having to disrobe. i'm merely fascinated by the motivations of those who enter into it. i got three responses--and all asked for me to attach a picture with my resume. damn.]

obligitory health update (i am at work, you see): proud to report that i successfully got to the gym at 7:00 am--two days in a row!--and caught up on my celeb gossip while reading the recent issue of star. now currently munching on a snack of fresh blueberries--and lunch is homemade curried tofu "egg" salad on whole wheat. so good. kate moss is down the street at grand central munching on rice cakes with black beans and spinach.

tonight: tequila. apparently, one is supposed to sip the stuff at room temperature, but i'm afraid that may be a cause for vomiting. not hot. i may try something along the lines of this instead.

in other news, the screening of this last night (which i did not attend, as i was kickin' it with a.c.) reminded me of z., as he is a fan of the director. i hope he is well.