Friday morning at the mag. Being the only woman in the office today is both entertaining and odd. No Kathy to defend the female ‘quo’, and the level of humor too has changed. Yesterday the highlight being that of fluffy puppies and their daily adventure.

As I have found myself unmotivated ALL week, again this morning, I welcome myself to the office by checking my email, facebook, the superficial, d-listed, and schuss.net. Flipping through pictures of Madonna’s world tour, Amy Winehouse still on the crack and all the other gossip from the night before, I chuckle while debating how much weave BritBrit has these days and why Paris looks 40. And, my eyes feast on the new Guitar Hero World Tour commercial as I have a good laugh knowing Heidi isn’t the only one who does the ‘Risky Business’ guitar in hand and plays ‘Back to the Future’ style on her back while scoochin’ across the floor, blowing a killer wicked riff.

Heidi being the woman I credit to declaring ‘tight short and shiny’ to be the epitome of whorish on that Project Runway biznass I so love, and being the very same lady who so often dotes this very thing. Ah well, as a Victoria’s Secret model she has a duty to look sluttish in lace and sequins.

It’s true, she is cracking me up like fig on toast. Like stink on rice. Like chickens with their egg, like Whinehouse and her inflamed nostrils. Like Tara and her melting stomach. Ok you get the idea. That Crazy Heidi and the man that sleeps with Crazy Heidi.