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 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.