Christy The Writer

Fabulous James and I were discussing things that annoy us. I said I hate it when people call my office phone and, when I don’t answer, immediately call my cell. James said he can’t stand it when men at the dance clubs jump up on the speakers and start voguing. Clearly life hands James and me [...]

Fabulous James has left my side and moved to Philadelphia, where he is hot on the social scene. I’m glad for him and all, but Phillychitchat.com recently ran this picture of him (he’s on the far right) and commented on his “wacky Paul Lynde sense of humor.” I am NEVER going to hear the end of this.

It’s hard to see a look of disappointment on a friend’s face and know that you caused that disappointment. Like just now, when I had to tell Fabulous James I’ve never seen Mahogany.

The highlights of my day today were donut holes in the kitchen and watching Fabulous James run through the parking lot in flip-flops. And I thought my life couldn’t get any fuller.

Fabulous James cleans his desk thoroughly every Friday – you know he’s hard at it when the whole hallway smells like disinfectant. He says he’s Martha Stewart without the evil.

Fabulous James sized me up the other day and announced, “I wish I was straight.” Oh man! I will never need another compliment.