I went to Target today and coughed up a lung as I walked into the store. How embarrassing feeling people swerve to avoid my tubercular cough. Determined, I dragged myself out today after blowing off plans with friends last night. I dropped $67.00 at Target and that felt pretty good. I asked the girl at the register if she liked the shades I picked up. She said, "Oh I love those!" I said sold, cause she looked like a girl with some flair. Got some tooth whitener and a new toothbrush and some pants that fit nicely. Coughed up another fur ball in the parking lot and headed home.

Has anyone seen JLo's new runway line on MTV? As if we needed more fake reality in our lives, JLo generously allows the cameras on her as she "designs" a new collection for her Sweetface label. Here's what it boils down to, the three time bride strolls into some office that employs staff and a designer. Now we all know she might drop in once a month if that, but some how they all seem to know to leave the high back leather chair behind the desk open so JLo can sit there. As she takes her pertinent place in the chair you get the feeling she is on a movie set badly portraying a boss. Jenny from he block pretends to more than just a girl with too much money to spend and instructs the designers to add more bling to the jeans. (Always criteria in high-end fashion you know) She feigns frustration and lectures the staff on how she won't settle for less than perfection. (I wonder if she knows which sweatshop in NYC is throwing these rags together)?

Finally, after Jenny does three hair and outfit changes for one half hour segment, it's time for the runway show. Always ghetto fabulous, Jen is back stage tweaking and fixing cause well, this part calls for her to be real hands on. In all her Bronx glory she instructs stylists to comb down the "baby hairs" on the models, as if they even know what the hell she is talking about. The big show stopper is good ole Naomi Campbell wheeled out for some fashionista street cred. The super model doesn't even speak to our girl Jen. Naomi walks the rhinestone encrusted catwalk (More of Jen's bling) in what appears to be a gigantic piece of felt covered foam perched on her head. I imagine she feels mortified but oh well, who hasn't sold their soul for a pay check at some point? I can forgive that.

Trust me, don't hold your breath waiting for this line. Head over to Target and get put together the exact look if that's your bag, for a whole lot less. Oh, and if I have to hear one more person say bling bling, I'm going to take a hostage.