Whoever said that Robin Medina reminded them of Sarah Jessica Parker was right. Sure, I will admit it. I watched a few seasons of Sex and the City. I always knew Mr. Big would come through in the end. Great. Now my cover is blown. Zishy was just an elaborate hoax that served to maintain my closet homosexuality. You thought I was into boobs, when I was really into moobs. I fooled everyone. LACMA is fun. Robin and I drank smoothies afterwards and discussed Fall fashion and boys.
