start spreadin' the news

does that conjure up images of a musical? The muppets? Gremlins?

says a lot about you what you recall when you hear that, don't ya know? (like a cow, don't ya know--ah, a Christmas Carol.)

So, you're probably wondering what I'm doing blogging in New York. Truth is I'm waiting for slow Jessica to get out of the shower. She blames it on her hair. Which is hilarious.

I have learned some valuable lessons in my day here. Namely, don't tell your best friends the stupid things you say or they'll have ammunition with which to tease you, and if you ask a drunk guy to take your picture, be prepared for him to only capure your chests in the frame. The end.

Today we go on a double decker bus tour, to the sex museum and we're gonna see a show. And maybe eat Thai food. But whatever we do, we'll have a damn fun time. Because my bestest friends are, well, the bestest. And apparently Jessica is as pretty as a cucumber. And our chests are picture-worthy. And we talk waaaay too loudly, and we may very well be going straight to hell for saying things like a-damn-men and halle-freaking-lujah. There should totally be beer in church.

totally.

also...
days in NY:1
days til official name change:5
days I've desperately wanted a new job:2

later, gators.