November by the Numbers

George Clooney was on tv while I wrote this. *swoon* And he was joking about having sex with Jon Stewart. Niiice.

Anyway. No Photoblogging Friday, since rent is due, which means you get the numbers list. We'll return next week with...something. Maybe a picture that I took from my car on the way home. Who cares?

And now, this:

5 whole years of brattiness completed by my niece
2 consecutive Boobies on Display nights with my girls, and their girls
1 alcoholic cat burglar cast into GPG jail
12 days suffered through with the fakey mono, finally cured by
5 days of food poisoning
45 minutes wasted for a critique with bullshit photography "experts"
1 interesting acquaintance made while in line, who's eye makes me a little jealous
4 hours spent playing "poker," in hats!
35 dollars won by bullying the Krazy Daddy
6 of my closest friends humoring me and my ridiculous house rules
4 blissful days spent being thankful
90 minutes of graphic simulated sex
2 of my whores spotted at that same event
3 alcoholic drinks savored at Molly Malone's to erase the memory of so much bad sex
2 hours spent enjoying a comedy act, replete with fake hipster pictures, which though poorly prepared, was still funny shit
97 pictures taken for a 44 women reshoot
1 damn shoot left till full completion
4 hours spent carousing around Melrose
3 cutie Jewish boys who actually enjoy shopping
1 Canadian shop girl unhappy with her opinion being ignored in favor of mine and only mine
50 dollars spent on divine all-you-can-eat sushi
1 hilarious conversation about being "bad Jews," according to their patriarchal grandfather
7 horrible minutes spent talking to an ex
1 comment that reminded me that not all my exes suck
5 hoteliers bending over backwards to kiss my ass
2 days spent finally doing what I thought I was hired to do
30 blogs written
9 still sitting in draft form, for those days when I have nothing new to bitch about