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You know, it’s only right for me to have an amazing weekend but for Monday to be a complete slap in the face. But, I’m starting my taco cleanse today, so in your face Monday, I have tacos, and a great weekend under my belt.

I’ve been so tired lately. Not even just physically. My head’s been out of it lately too. To the point where I burned macaroni and cheese today. Seriously. It’s like the easiest thing to make ever. I lost my wallet for a good two hours today and I left the water running in my bathroom for an hour before I realized it was still on. There was a big mess that I had to clean up. This is not my week so far.

Today, one of my co-workers had the nerve to imply that I needed a “mental health day.” If I do, it’s because I need to listen to his insufferable mouth spew bile every five seconds while I’m trying to read through paperwork. Some people have a lot of nerve.

I’ve been more swamped than Shrek lately.

My first Pride weekend in New York City went just about as well as you can imagine.

Not that any of you seemed to miss my absence, but I hope you all had fun at the ‘Stix on Saturday night. My staff assured me you were all good and liquored up.

I took full advantage of having a free Friday evening by entering the Hamilton lottery... No such luck, they must clearly agree I’m more of an on-stage performer, rather than an audience member. So, I decided to take a little stroll through Times Square before heading back to the apartment. I was about to cross the walkway on the corner of M&M World when I heard a familiar show-tune from my repertoire being performed by a homeless man with a beat-up ukulele. Don’t Rain On My Parade. I thought I had already made this very clear; Barbra is off limits - Barbra is mine! It is absolutely ridiculous he even considered himself eligible to perform such a song. Not to mention, It’s absolutely baffling to even consider turning it into an upbeat remix... I am truly horrified. I almost tried grabbing the attention of the nearby NYPD officers on standby; not that they’d understand, I doubt their mind was fixated on Barbra when there is a Dunkin’ Donuts across the street advertising their specials for National Donut Day. So, I did what any normal Streisand-worshiper with an exceptional voice would do... I joined him in an unofficial, spontaneous Diva-Off. It’s safe to say, I dazzled the crowd of spectators and reclaimed my title of being the only person with enough vocal strength to take on such a song besides Barbra herself. 

@mcmads published a tweet.