I don't know, is it just me...but Mondays are the worst. I can never get it together after a weekend of doing all the things I shouldn't be doing. Yesterday was especially tough for all of us in the studio....Damien just really wants to tell me to f*** off, but he's too polite.

p.s. what's up with guys and their iphones? Are there any girls out there shelling out this money? Seriously.....I wanna know.....

xo

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It was miserable all week. Rainy, cloudy, sweaty, stinky…New York City summer. This is my view, on the way to work, it was hard to motivate this week. Is it just me or is it harder to get out of bed when the sun isn’t shining…like really hard, like I think I have some kind of daylight disease.

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The best part about work is I get to come in looking like a homeless person….

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And after the elves work their magic….

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Lucy Liu eat your heart out…or at least Connie Chung….?? That is some good hair missy.

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This is one of the magical elves, Betsy….the things this one can do with a comb and a hair dryer. Not only does it take a toll on days I’m looking extra-gnarly (like this one)…but she’s also really hung over from the night before. I like to torture her by taking photos of her sitting on the make up room floor. One of these days, I’m gonna give you a step by step video on how to get the most perfect blow dry. I’m obsessed.

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This is one of our stage managers. He's about to bring me on set for my hit. This is what I see backstage, right before I head out.

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Show’s over, always a group of photographers getting pics of celebs coming off stage…I know they sometimes get a bad rap, but these guys are the nicest…and kinda cute, right?

So the other day, I was on set and noticed this kid behind me, sitting in the audience with a really funny t-shirt. I had to grab a pic. I promised that I would put it up on my myspace, so he could get a copy of the photo (which I did), but haven't been able to find him yet. If you're a friend of "hot moms" tell him he's got a shout out on my blog.



While we all work in the same building, it's often hard to catch up with the very people you like the most. Sway doesn't come and visit very often and when he does...well, it's hard not to get excited. I'm just starting to take my camera downstairs, so everyone is still getting used to it....like how Sway thinks that I'm taking pictures and keeps posing for the VIDEO! LOL x100, it's that funny....!!!!!!!!! Oh, and don't you love it how he supposedly came down to see me do the news and missed the entire segment.....yeah, thanks.

It's really hard to hate your job when the first person you see at work is someone like Damien. He could literally be the funniest, strangest, most lovable person I work with. And now that I have this blog, I get to share him and all of the crazy, wacky, silly things that happen behind the scenes at "TRL" with all of you! Every video you'll see, will be shot by me on my trusty digital camera. And mostly, you'll be seeing a lot of us in the make up room. It's where we hang out, where we eat, where we check emails, make calls....it's like a dorm room. After so many years working together and working on the show, it's like clock work and up until the moment "TRL" goes live, we're back there goofing off and giving each other a hard time, the show comes really easy.

Now the back story behind this video: a few weeks ago, I went to the bagel store across the street from the studio, and got my usual pumpernickel bagel. It had just come out of the oven and when I brought it into the make up room, Damien does what he always does...eats whatever I've got. He was so awed, so overwhelmed by this hot bagel that ever since, in his own, subtle (which is not so subtle way) he asks me about the bagel, EVERY DAY. What time did I get the bagel? Do I think there will be hot bagels today? Who was working at the counter that morning? Why are hot bagels so different from cold ones? I was really starting to regret the snack I never ate. And, now...finally....you get to see what he's been doing to me, every day, ever since.

I still cry tears every time I see this. He just wants me to go to the bagel store and get him a hot freaking bagel every morning, but won't ask...I mean what do I look like?

(p.s. I haven't been back there since, for fear of encouraging Damien's strange obsession.)

Any suggestions on how I get Damien to stop this?