Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine?

I have been at work for two hours (now several more:no change) and have sold nothing.

I called AT&T AGAIN about the fact that there is still something on my credit report from 2004 even though I have been working to find out what the hell it is since June. And "We don't know, we can't find any delinquent bill," is not a good enough response unless you plan to call Experian and tell them to take it off and call the collection agency and tell them to stop calling me 47857 times a day. Someone needs to take responsibility and it won't be me. I need a good (read: free) lawyer.

Also, on the phone tip: Why in the world can I not speak on my cellular telephone without the person I'm talking to asking if there is construction in the background? I need a new phone. That is my next phone call. If they can hear me.

Parabens. They are in soooooo many products and if I had my way I would tell any clients who asked about them to bite me. BUT when doctors excise tumors in breast cancer patients they find a whole mess of them. I guess our body really can't process these chemicals. They basically keep the product from rotting and add a sexy slickness to the texture. So as a favor to you, my dear readers, here are some products in my bay that are paraben-free:

Laura Mercier Flawless Skin Crème
Laura Mercier Flawless cleansing line
Laura Mercier Mineral Face Powder/shadow/blushes
Shiseido Benefiance NutriPerfect Day Cream
Shiseido Bio-Performance Intensive Skin Corrective Program
Bobbi Brown Hydrating Face Cream
Bobbi Brown Eye Make-Up Removers (both)
Bobbi Brown Overnight Cream
Bobbi Brown Moisturizing Balm
Bobbi Brown Eye Balm
Cle de Peau: all moisturizers except La Crème
La Mer: Crème, Gel, Lotion, Lifting Face Serum, Concentrate, Eye Concentrate

I am sure that there are more (I only looked at skincare, really), even in my little area here, but these are the ones I found. Honestly, this is twice what I thought I would find. And most of them contain fragrance. Which I despise, but it won't kill you at least.

One of my dearest gays is visiting this week and I need to take him somewhere fab for dinner. Village Idiot? Delancy? Cafe des Artistes? I must decide. Hopefully somewhere near a bar where SH, my favorite drug dealer, and MkBB, my favorite edgy librarian can meet up with us.

For those of you on Library Card Watch: no, I still haven't gotten one.

I think I'm going to buy a book at Rite-Aid momentarily. It will be trashy. And a waste of trees. And I will love it. And when I do finally get that library card, I will donate it to the cause. I promise.

Question: If co-worker/outside work friend, EG is practically a doctor because she read the You: The Owners Manual, why was she so offended when I said I was practically Mexican because I had two meals in a row from Mexican restaurants?

Also: My awesome therapist had a book on her counter entitled "Housekeeping Spanish: How to communicate with your Spanish-speaking Housekeeper." I swear to God. She did. I wanted to borrow but I was too shy to ask. Especially after I had told her all about my Liza Minelli dream.

Thanks for the warm welcome to the blogosphere.