Not in a dirty way

I twisted my ankle like 3 times today while sitting at my desk. It takes a special kind of retard, I tell you what. I can't really complain about it out loud because Katherine, who sits across from me, has ACTUAL crutches for her ACTUAL sprained ankle. She has been hobbling all over the place. It's so sad. What's sadder is she twisted her ankle dancing in high heels. I would so do that. Poor Kitty.

So last night I went to a cool party for the ETC at the Roberto Dutesco Gallery. For once, even though it was a work event, people I like to talk to were there. And the editor of my favorite free "grab it on your way out the door of the bar and read it on the subway" magazine, GO NYC, was there. So we chatted and she dissed The L Word but that's okay. I'm not bitter.

Okay, this is a shout out to all the people who are currently mad at me. I think the list is longer than I want to admit to myself. If we are actually friends and I pissed you off, I won't know unless you talk to me. Apparently I've been utterly rude and insensitive lately and I didn't know it OR the truth is out -- I suck and people are just realizing it now. Which do you think it is, dear reader? Do you still love me? You do? Well, I love you, too! But not in that way, you understand. I love you like a BLOGGER loves a READER. Not in that dirty way. Don't walk away. Keep reading. Wait, now what? Are you mad at me, too?