So remember when I almost bought a puppy the other day?

 Screw that…my Park Ave smelly basement studio needs a LION, doncha think?

Actually, I think I need more friends.

Last night, Tap & Mallet, 9:30pm.

Dude #1: I don’t like to bum cigarettes. If someone offers me one, I’ll take it.

Dude #2: That’s not true, you asked me for one the other day!

Dude #1: That doesn’t count! That’s because I was drunk at work!

The end.

This week’s Best Dressed Bitch award goes tooooo……

RIHANNA!

Black Boots. Sweet shades. Sparkly bandana. Cute black dress.

     PERFECT.

How the heck does RIHANNA look perfectly dressed for a photo shoot even when she’s just running errands?

I’m lucky enough to find clean pants.  

My friend Chris came up from North Carolina this weekend. So, like any good Rochester-ian, I took him to the flyest Rochester hot spots.

AKA Marketplace Mall.

After coming alarmingly close to spending $700 on a puppy (which might have been due to the cocktail I had at dinner), we went to one of THOSE stores.

There is one of THOSE stores in every mall. THOSE stores are overcrowded with the ugliest, most overpriced, useless items in the world. Bear statues, fake light up waterfalls, huge gold buddhas, etc.  THOSE stores reek of your creepy old aunt’s house.

After begging my friend if we could leave because I was frightened by all the hidious-ness, I stumbled on the absolute FUGLIEST thing in the store.

Of course you’ve heard LEONA LEWIS’ smash “Bleeding Love.” We’re constantly crankin it here on PXY. If you didn’t know, “Bleeding Love” was actually penned by JESSE McCARTNEY and RYAN TEDDER of ONE REPUBLIC.

JESSE McCARTNEY not only co-wrote the tune, but he also recorded his own version, which is circulating around the internet. JESSE’S version is a little slower, more R&B than LEONA’S version, and I kinda like it!

Which one do you like better?

JESSE McCARTNEY’s version?

OR the original LEONA LEWIS version?

I’m gonna hang this in the studio for motivation.

My Strawberry Shortcake Doll when I was a youngin had frizzy red hair, a horrible outfit, and oddly placed freckles. She was shabby-chic/little orphan Annie fabulous, and I loved her.

But oh noooo…Hasbro, the company that makes the doll, decided my beloved Shortcake needed a “facelift,” probably to compete with those hooker Bratz dolls.

According to the NY Times, “Strawberry Shortcake now prefers fresh fruit to gumdrops, appears to wear just a dab of lipstick (but no rouge), and spends her time chatting on a cellphone instead of brushing her calico cat, Custard.”

In other words…Strawberry is a sellout.

Is nothing sacred anymore?

I went to a certain large bookstore chain last week to buy the new Sex & The City: The Movie BOOK. Because I’m a freak. And I wasn’t totally broke last week. 

The employees at this establishment had NO idea what I was talking about.

I left with two lindt chocolate balls and a tear in my eye.

Today, I find out from a co-freak who owns it that the book not only gives a play by play recap of the plot & pages of quotes, BUT it also gives details of EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT worn throughout the two-plus hours of glory.

I’d go somewhere else to snatch it up, but THIS week, I’m broke. Damn you, $4 beers at East End Fest.