"SHYNESS CAN STOP YOU"

Thoughts on the new pic over there to the right? Eh, something different. I'm all about staleness prevention. So, I still have very little to report. Type, type, type... but at least I'm getting there. In fact, I'm nearly finished with edits and rewrites. For now at least. I'm sure something will pop up at the eleventh hour, but for now, I have a sense of accomplishment.

I went to brunch this morning with three creative ladies at a fantastic hippie cafe. We laughed and managed to offend everyone nearby with conversation like: the endless possibilities of vaginal anomonopia, dumb kids, smart kids, baptists, republicans, the theory behind the refusal to make-out with or perform oral sex on a non-vegetarian, armpit hair, fiber-optic/black velvet Our Lady of Guadalupe paintings, bands, MySpace, the effects of coffee on the bowels, Morrissey, how hilarious it would be to talk like Morrissey sings for an entire day, a dude that wasn't worth feuding over, dudes, girls, my approachig family reunion, my grandparents, vibrators, pride v. shame when shopping for sex toys, cats, widespread assholism, sublets, Shakespeare, whether or not, "Shabbat Shalom. Your hair is fabulous!" is an okay name for a cat, Promises, Promises by Naked Eyes and whether or not it is an "awesome" song, The Pineapple Theory, neighborhoods, subway train lines, cell phones on vibrate.

I suppose you had to be there. Anyway, back to the type, type, type...