people really have sex in the city

surrounded by rich mahogany and the smell of old money, i dined with a woman from four states away.

she invited a libertine who could eat me alive and another one who came off as an innocent, family-builder.

after talking about my friend's career, i realized i was in a sex in the city episode. women really do share cocktails, laughs and stories in what can only be described as a more-fun, walters-free version of "the view".

and returning home to blog about it can only mean i'm carrie (which iVillage confirmed)

here's raising a cosmopolitan to my new found womanhood--thanks for inviting me.

hands

my right hand always knows what my left one is doing.... it just doesn't trust it.

biggest booger

half the public understandably wanted to see the biggest booger i've ever seen. half didn't.

in keeping with my life theme of freedom, i shall post it, but force you to click to see it. that way, one can't accidentally see the most awesome photo ever.

finger shown for reference purposes only.

good comedy, bad comedy

good comedy, sustaining me in the hinterland:
* flight of the conchords
* they might be giants

bad comedy, improving my self-esteem:
* the free fringe shows

comparison :: a vs e

"the model for my hair."


"the model for my heir."

which is preferred?