My Life With Ladyfag

After starting her day at 2pm by getting her nails done with me (her thumb nail was so sharp it tore the magazine she was reading. werk.) Ladyfag and I made a quick stop by an Italian deli for some sandwich-making materials, then headed to her place. One of the most surprising facts about Lady is not that her days start at 2pm and end at 7am, but rather that in those waking hours she actually prefers to whip up a quick meal or snack in her own home to ordering food. A nice white bean and garlic dip? She’ll make it in five minutes. Forget about buying a hero, she buys the ingredients and puts together a delicious sandwich that rivals any knock-off Sicilian restaurant in Little Italy. Mid-sandwich I heard someone sing “Laaaadyyyy” to the window, and who else was waiting there but my cousin! I could sit and listen to Ladyfag and my cousin Macky talk all day, even if I don’t know half the names they throw around. They are one mind, bitching about bad parties, raving about Vogue Paris, and nodding in approval at blogs they like. Ladyfag got extremely upset when her computer started freezing, and asked, “Well, do you think maybe I should exit Safari? Or turn off my computer? I’ve never done that…” She may be a fashionista and a party genius, but a fan of computers she is not. Oh well, I got to watch my cousin try on five pairs of her jeans while the macbook took a rest. Seriously.