I hadn't really thought about her much in recent days but her memory reminded me of the Gangstarr remix of I've Committed Murder she did with Mos Def that I used to really like to listen to with my ex-roommate Alliy while tooling around Palermo in a white Jaguar convertible practicing Italian in the year 2004...
Today I found out Macy Gray played at Time Supper Club last night so I guess he was not lying about seeing her in line at Urban Outfitters.
Friday I will be out of ville and missing Mariah Carey's husband Nick Cannon's appearance at Time Supper Club.
Not that I would be there anyway. Not that I have ever been there. Not that there is anything wrong with going there. Not that I'm just jealous because I don't have a Blackberry...but I did spend a dollar on a tasty snack on Tuesday afternoon that probably made me the woman I am today.
More importantly, it was brought to my attention that the package notification left in my mailbox a week ago that was not addressed to me, was in code addressed to me in that it was addressed to M. Carey. One time I wrote my steady a letter and put Mariah Carey as my name on the envelope.
On an envelope, it's no big whoop but a fake name on a package you need to pick up at the post office is another story. Seriously. My boy gave me the tracking number just in case they didn't get the joke and I went to the post office with all my ID and proof of address and a sense of humour to boot and they didn't think that it was funny and they said that I need a letter from the sender explaining who the package was intended for and why it doesn't say my name on it and why it says Mariah Carey instead and then maybe they will give it to me if the letter makes sense??
Post office bro must have been more of a hardcore Celine Dion fan because I know I was looking a little under the weather, but he didn't even HALF smile at the mention of Mariah Carey as loosely related to me...
Because Mariah Carey IS related to me...and my million dollar insured legs that were walking long before Rihanna started menstruating and (not)dating Shia Laboeuf.
I'm working Saturday night so I'll miss my girl Pam Anderson's appearance at Opera.
But Sunday I'm actually for real going to Buonanotte to hang with Samantha Ronson and Lindsay Lohan, who I actually for real think are in love.
I'm not actually going to sup them. I wouldn't know what to say. Plus, I respect their privacy.
I wonder what Lindsay Lohan says when Sam Ronson answers the phone. I wonder if she says "SUP." like I do...
On second thought, there's no question.
They DEFINITELY be like "SUP."
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