The Bronx is up and the Battery's down...

...the people ride in a hole in the ground....
New York, New York! It's a wonderful town!

Sorry, but Gene Kelly always creeps into my brain when I think about New York City. (You know... "On the Town?" No? You haven't seen it? You weren't raised on movie musicals???)

Anyway... what a grand trip it was. Since my mom's only been there once, for a day, in 1983, I felt like we needed to do some of the typically touristy things. Empire State Building. Staten Island Ferry. Ground Zero (where I again welled up. what a dork). Cocktails in the Trump Bar in the Trump Tower. Window-shopping on Fifth Avenue. Times Square. Lincoln Center. The Time Warner Center. St. Patrick's Cathedral. Rockefeller Center... though after my mom said, "Is that it?" when we saw the big Christmas tree, I felt like we needed to swing by after dark one day, when it looks more impressive. Problem is, I chose to do that on Christmas Eve, when every other tourist in the five boroughs was there. It was the single biggest clusterfuck I've ever been in. And then we saw the crowd on Fifth Avenue. Holy crap. We managed to dodge that one, though.

Some of the other sites we saw:

We took the Yankee Stadium tour, which was very cool. This is the view from the press box. And I felt like a good daughter when my mom said she thought she'd never get to see Yankee Stadium in person.

I'll refrain from commenting on the jock straps we saw hanging in the Yankee locker room.

Central Park, Christmas Day. There were tons of people in the park that day, swarming the Wollman Rink and waiting in long lines for those horse-drawn carriage rides. Made me extra glad I'd skated on the OTHER rink in the park, the day before.

In fact, if you're not interested in celebrating Christmas, New York is the place to be. There was so much going on, so many businesses open, it felt like any other day of the year.

More Central Park. Me attempting to be arty with the camera. What a spectacular park. I ended up spending a lot of time there through the week.

When we rode the Staten Island Ferry, we noticed the Coast Guard escort. Check out those big guns on both ends of the boat. Do you think they provided an armed escort before 9/11?

We strolled across the Brooklyn Bridge on a gray day. So weird to be walking above all that traffic, but also a really cool walk.

My Mom's a big "Law and Order" fan so I insisted on making her pose in front of one of the many courthouses we passed on one long walk. She hates having her picture taken. Can you tell?

We also ran the gauntlet in Chinatown so I could buy more pashminas and knockoff purses (I have new bags from "Dolce and Gabbana" and "Prada"). At one point, I'd gotten so carried away with the pashminas that I had to stop and ask my mom to take inventory (she was being my sherpa) so I didn't end up with multiples in the same color. They're only 5 bucks! How can you not buy several??

We walked and walked and walked until our feet nearly fell off, but that's the thing about New York. You can just walk in any direction and see something interesting. I also think it's the first vacation I've taken in years during which I lost weight, because of all the walking and the countless subway stairs. It certainly wasn't for lack of eating or drinking...

I got a chance to eat in a couple of the New York restaurants that have gluten-free menus (as pointed out by the Gluten-Free Girl several months ago), and I can't tell you how great it was to have entire menus to choose from, without having to analyze and ask questions. I think it's interesting that NYC has several such places, and San Francisco, which is such a big foodie town, has none that I know of.

I even had PIZZA, made by someone else, for the first time in 2 1/2 years. AND BEER. Omigod, beer! Anheuser-Busch has just started making a gluten-free beer, and I sucked down three (yes, THREE... not four!) of them in one sitting. I also dragged my mom and friend John on a long walk to the Lower East Side to a bakery that makes gluten-free treats. Really good ones, that taste and feel homemade. So yummy. I bought a bunch of things hoping to make them last the rest of my trip and maybe even bring some home and I ALMOST left them on the airplane! The HORROR.

We found many fun pubs (and many cute bartenders) and one very odd theme bar on a rainy night in the Village. Yes, I had many cocktails but none better than the mojitos they make in a small Chilean restaurant in the theatre district called Pomaire. My friend Cindy found this place on our last trip to NYC (during which I ate there twice) and it didn't disappoint this time. Those mojitos are to die for. Oh, the food's really great too, and so is the atmosphere. Edited to add: I've been nudged to mention this amazing rum (liqueur, really) we had after dinner. It's this stuff called "43." I was first introduced to it at a party a few years ago, but have never seen it in a bar or restaurant, so that was reason enough to order it. It's soooooo damned good, all warm and vanilla-y and yummy. The walk back to the hotel was interesting, though, as I couldn't feel my feet. Which wasn't a bad thing at that point. But this is what happens when you have cocktails before dinner and mojitos and then some 43. Whee! Good times.

As I was driving across the Bay Bridge on my way home from the Oakland airport, for the first time ever, my lovely city actually looked small to me. It IS a pretty small city, and after six days in THE big city, it looked so quaint to me. How odd. Not that that's a bad thing. I'm just saying.

I still harbor fantasies about living in New York. For now, though, I'll just plan another trip. I think I'm going to take a long weekend in June, to celebrate my birthday, and take in a bunch of shows. I really do heart New York.

One: cut a hole in a box...

I mentioned it recently, and here it is, in all its glory.

Too. Fucking. Funny.

Be sure to watch the whole thing.

Thank goodness The Taint* is open today...

...for I do not have the wherewithal to scrounge up lunch if it involves anything more than a phone call and a half-block walk.

I feel like I'm both hungover and the victim of a pummeling, but it was so worth it. New York was fabulous, and I'll post details and photos this weekend, when I have time. And some brain power. Because I've somehow managed to book a very busy week, even though I knew I wasn't getting home until Christmas night.

Silly.

Hope y'all had a marvy holiday. I did.


*the taint, for those of you who don't know, is the pub that sits exactly in between my former workplace and my current one. the nickname comes from her highness, le fromage.

Ultimate random!

Remember when I was whining about the possibility of my entire apartment being repainted? Well, I came home the other night and found brand-new blinds on all my windows.

I thought they were just doing the dining room, but they also did the living room (pictured below) and the kitchen and my bedroom, because one of the women who works for the property management firm became completely obsessed with my window coverings. She was convinced there was something wrong with them, and just couldn't understand that I never pulled them all the way up, because it would be too freaking bright in here -- I mean, who wants to wear sunglasses in their apartment? -- and rarely pulled them all the way down, because I DO like to have some light in here. And to see what's going on outside. She was convinced they were broken.

Okay, fine. Buy me new blinds. So they did.

They still look weird to me, but I don't hate them. They're definitely growing on me.

And the best part? The installers didn't leave a giant mess behind. That's a first.

There's still evidence of that giant zit on my face. It's definitely in its final days, but has turned into this annoying blemish and it's all I can see when I look in the mirror. Bleh. I'm not going to mention my lingering cough, because if I pretend it's not there, it's not there, right? Mind over matter? It probably didn't help that I stayed out late Friday night having cocktails with my friend Patti after we went to the ballet, but that was too fun to skip.

Why is it that this season's only funny episode of Saturday Night Live was last night's, when Justin Timberlake hosted? I nearly wet myself over that "Dick in A Box" video. Pretty weak, though, that they resurrected all the funny bits from his last stint as host. I mean, they were funny again, but come on. Remember when SNL was a groundbreaking, can't-miss show? Now? Meh.

Speaking of can't-miss shows, I have failed in my quest to acquire tickets to see a taping of The Colbert Report while I'm in New York this week. I made my request IN SEPTEMBER! Nada. Zip. Zilch. I wasn't even sure they were taping this week, but it appears they will be, just without me. Waah. He'll miss me, I know it. Sigh.

I finally made it to hula class the other night, for the first time since before I got sick. Holy crap. My stamina's terrible, I coughed more than I'm comfortable with, and I was a little sore the next day. I haven't been sore from hula in awhile. But I was happy to find that I hadn't gotten TOO far behind. See, we're learning a specific dance to a specific chant, and I was convinced I'd missed the final two verses. I'd only missed one, so I only felt completely lame for a little while.

I'm a dirty old woman. I'm finding my trips to buy groceries very entertaining these days because one of the cashiers at my store of choice flirts outrageously with me (and probably all the other female customers, although I've not witnessed that). The thing is? He's IN COLLEGE. He brought up his finals the other day. I felt a little dirty...but that didn't stop me from flirting right back. Ahh, fun.

Speaking of fun, I'm off to New York late tomorrow night, so I won't be around these parts again until after Christmas. I can't even tell you how excited I am about this trip. My mother's only spent one day in New York City, and that was in 1983, so I'm really looking forward to experiencing this with her. And a friend who moved across country earlier this year will be there too, so that will also be fun. Christmastime in New York! Omigod. I'm plotzing.

Have a wonderful and safe holiday!

Ho ho ho...(*LOOK! NEW ADDITIONS TO THIS POST!)

This is some seriously funny shit.


It's my holiday gift to you all. Try not to snort any liquids out of your nose while watching it.


*EDITED TO ADD: Chrissie's fine work. (That's Dzer, for those of you who don't visit the Diatribe... and if you don't, you're missing out. )

Who's next?

**EDITED AGAIN TO ADD: Signgurl!

***EDITED YET AGAIN TO ADD: Nat!

More! I want more!! I love this!


****AND ANOTHER ADDITION!
*Special thanks to my good friend Kimmy, who sent this to me in the first place. Here she is, in all her elfaliciousness...

That's better...

Whew. At least the chaos is more controlled now. There's only one pile on the table,and it's much, much smaller. I still need a new wine rack, but that's going to have to wait until after Christmas.

Please ignore that whitish smudge on the placemat. I had 5000 pounds of laundry to do last week. Do you think I wanted to add to that, for some friggin' placemats? That I couldn't even see until I cleaned last night??

I'm starting to feel much more human again, though I slept so late Saturday and Sunday that I couldn't sleep last night, so now I'm not sure I should go to hula tonight... as that's another late night... and I don't want to relapse. But I've missed two weeks already, and if I miss more, I feel like I'll be hopelessly lost.

I'm leaving for New York in a week! Eeeek! I have so much to do before then! This happens to me every year. I get sick, so I lose track of time and don't get to do all the holiday stuff I'd like. Good thing Mom and I called off the majority of the gift-giving a few years ago. The season's a lot less stressful that way.

I'd like to think our New York trip is this year's big present. And I'd like to make travel a regular holiday gift...

A double-meme Sunday...

(Okay, this is annoying. I was all ready to post this and Blogger ATE IT! So here we go again...)

It feels like such a waste to spend the entire weekend at home doing nothing, but it's what my body's demanding. And I must get healthy -- I'm off to New York in 8 days! I can't be sick then. I WON'T.

And I AM getting better. I'm still foggy and the cough lingers, so it's time for more meme-ing.

I stole this one from Nat, who had really great answers.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? "Hey, my giant zit's starting to go away!"

2. How much cash do you have on you? About 30 bucks.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?” Poor? Floor? Snore? Bore? This is too easy...

4. Favorite planet? Saturn. It's those cool rings. I guess I should also say Mercury, since it's my ruling planet.

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? This is funny -- it's Jmai! She called me when she was visiting a few weeks back.

6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone? Because I can never hear the thing ring when it's on a fun ringtone, I just have it set to a loud "ring ring." Boring. But now, I HAVE to hear that phone ring, because of work. Before that, with my old non-work cellphone, I was enjoying some AC/DC.

7. What shirt are you wearing? A pajama top. Light blue, with a splash of little fuschia hearts and white flowers on the front.

8. Do you “label” yourself? I try not to, but I do.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? None. I'm wearing socks.

10. Bright or Dark Room? Dark.

11. Why is there always a missing question? Poor copying skills on someone's part?

12. What does your watch look like? It's silver, with a marcasite band. I bought it last year in New York for $12, and I get compliments on it all the time. I love it.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Coughing, in bed.

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Um... I can't tell you. It's snarky gossip about my former workplace. I'll go with the one before that, which said, simply, "Pervert."

15. Where is your nearest 7-11? Three blocks away. Funny, because there aren't many in the city.

16. What's a word that you say a lot? Fuck. I say it too much. I can't help it. It just feels good.

17. Who told you he/she loved you last? My mom.

18. Last furry thing you touched? Probably one of Cindy's cats.

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? More than I can count. Alka Seltzer Plus Nighttime Cold medicine, NyQuil Cough, Mucinex...

20. How many rolls of film do you need developed? I have a small bag of used disposable cameras that have been sitting around for years. I wonder what's on them...

21. Favorite age you have been so far? Uh... I don't have one yet. I hope I can never identify a "favorite" age, because where do you go from there? I'd like to be happy at all ages.

22. Your worst enemy? Myself.

23. What is your current desktop picture? At home? Dave Matthews. At work? Dave Matthews. At least they're different pictures.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone? "I love you." To my mom.

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? I'm going with Nat's answer: A million dollars. I can already fly. It's called a plane.

26. Do you like someone? Many someones! I like lots of people. Do you mean, is there someone I LIKE like? No.

27. The last song you listened to? "Closer," Nine Inch Nails. Just bought it on iTunes. I'm beefing up my iPod for the cross-country flight. And now I'm listening to "Barenaked for the Holidays."

28. What time of day were you born? 9:30 in the morning.

29. Whats your favorite number? 4.

30. Where did you live in 1987? In San Francisco!

31. Are you jealous of anyone? Envious at times, yes. I try to keep the jealousy at bay. The envy, too, but that doesn't always work.

32. Is anyone jealous of you? I doubt it. What's to be jealous of?

33. Where were you when 9/11 happened? On my way to work. When I left the house, we all thought a commuter plane had hit the WTC. By the time I got to work, we knew it was a terrorist attack. Brutal day.

34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Get peeved. Look for how I can get my money back.

Hey, why is there no # 35??

36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? I want one. I just can't decide what I want and where I want it!

37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? I want to learn to speak Italian because I'm dying to go to Italy.

38. Would you move for the person you loved? I'm not sure. That's a tough one. And I don't see myself falling in love long-distance, so...

39. Are you touchy feely? Yes.

40. What’s your life motto? You never know. And life's too short not to.... (followed by something fun that's probably ill-advised).

41. Name three things that you have on you at all times? I'm assuming we mean when I'm not at home. Keys, cell phone, cash. Even if it's just a few bucks.

42. What’s your favourite town/city? I love New York, but my heart really is in SF.

43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Venti soy chai at Starbucks.

44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? A letter? I have no idea. It's been years. Cards? Last week.

45. Can you change the oil on a car? No. But I can check my oil, and radiator and tires...

46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her? I don't know who to count as my first love. I thought I loved my first serious boyfriend, but now, I don't think I did. I guess my ex-husband was my first love, and last I heard, he was still living in Seattle with his boyfriend.

47. How far back do you know about your ancestry? Not very far. Only a couple of generations.

48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? Fancy? I guess that means a dress. I'll say October, for a work-related awards dinner.

49. Does anything hurt on your body right now? Yes. Head. Throat. Right heel.

50. Have you been burned by love? Yes. Am I alive??

51. Do you have a crush on any bloggers? Yes.

52. Where would you like to live? I still have a fantasy about living in New York, but it's unlikely I'll leave SF. Unless I have to.

And now, the iTunes meme! You're supposed to put your iPod on shuffle and ask it the following questions. (And I can't remember where I found this, but it was awhile ago...)

"What do you think of me, iTunes?" "Girl," Beck (hey! it knows my gender!)

"Will I have a happy life? "Never You Done That," General Public (really? never?)

"What do my friends really think of me?" "Waiting on the World to Change," John Mayer (hmm. interesting....am I waiting, or do they WANT me to change?)

"Do people secretly lust after me?" "Milkshake," Kelis (this made me laugh. I swear I didn't cheat!)

"How can I make myself happy?" "Christmas is Coming," Vince Guaraldi Trio, from "A Charlie Brown Christmas." (listening to this DOES make me smile)

"What should I do with my life?" "Sugar Will," Dave Matthews Band (this is one of those songs of theirs that can be interpreted a thousand different ways, because the lyrics are kind of obscure. here's the chorus:

"sugar ain't poison
but sugar will kill you
too much of a good thing
maybe not so sweet"

okay. gotcha.)

"Why must life be so full of pain?" "DOA," Foo Fighters (funny.)


"How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?" "Hanging by a Moment," Lifehouse (hmm?)


"Will I ever have children?" "Untitled (How Does it Feel?)," D'Angelo (I'll take this as a no. and I already knew that)


"Will I die happy?" "Missing" Beck (okay, this is disturbing.

"something always takes the place of missing pieces you can take and put together even though you know there's always something missing
something always missing always someone missing."

great.)


"Can you give me some advice?" "Sunday Morning," Maroon Five (incidentally, the only song of theirs I can stand anymore.)


"What do I think happiness is?" "American Baby," Dave Matthews Band (my iPod got the band right, that's for sure.)


"What's my favorite fetish?" "Semi-Charmed Life," Third Eye Blind (no, I've never done meth!)


"How will I be remembered?" "The Idea of You" Dave Matthews Band
(aww. sweet song...

"i fall so hard inside the idea of you
that's why with you can't say what i mean
wanna stay but i believe
god, get me out of here
i fall so hard inside the idea of you...")


Okay, back to my couch...

Out...of...control...!

I sure hope I get some energy back this weekend, because my apartment is a disaster area.

My dining room is particularly heinous. Look at this.


You can hardly see the table top, there's so much crap on it. Those boxes? Still contain the gajillion bottles of wine I bought when I went wine-tasting last month. I haven't had time to go buy a new wine rack to hold them all. In the foreground, my purse looks like it's vomited giant piles of paper -- catalogues, magazines, bills (ahem). My work bag is also in the foreground, sitting on a chair (that's obscured by the leather jacket I'm too lazy to hang in the closet) and it's stuffed with crap, including five Newsweek magazines I'll probably never get to. That floral thing you see is my hula skirt (or pa'u) that I'm too lazy to put away.

Here it is from another angle. A Macy's bag. The wine section from today's paper. More mail. And those boxes. Another coat hanging from another chair. And holy crap, that armoire I use to store linens (I know. in my dining room. whatever) is so sloppily arranged I can't get the doors to close further.

Jayzus. What a friggin' mess!

I'm hoping that publicizing this spectacle will force me to take action. Awareness is half the battle...

Something nicer to look at...

So, I was planning to write all about my Thanksgiving trip to SoCal today, but I'm all drowsy and foggy and still coughing... so I'll just post some pics with a few notes and tell you more about the trip one day soon, if my mind ever clears.

(insert obligatory joke about how my mind will never clear.)

Isn't this pretty? It's one of my favorite spots on the planet. It's the La Jolla Cove area. And I always make my friend Cindy take me there when I visit. It's a mandatory part of the agenda. It's a wonder they still let me visit.

Those things on the beach that look like rocks? Are seals that have now taken over this beach, which is, by the way, where I held my 18th birthday party. And an after-prom gathering. Ahh, youth. Anyway. The seals weren't there then, and now, there are plenty of locals who'd like them to be gone. Like there's not enough beach in the area...

That's my good friend Cindy in between her niece Lindzey and her daughter Sierra. Wasn't it nice of me to make them squint for the camera?

The girls. I can't believe they're 16. I can't believe they're driving. And I can't believe they got me hooked on "The OC" while I was there. O.M.G.
(Also, you're seeing these pictures because Lindzey was kind enough to look for the camera cables I'd cleverly left in the trash when I left to come home. Insert another joke about my foggy mind here.)

Cindy, her niece Bri, Bri's hubby Dorsey, Sierra and Lindzey squinting in front of the fountain in Balboa Park, another lovely place to spend an afternoon. I so wanted someone in the group to jump into the fountain, but they're all more mature than I am...

Just a few reasons I'm so thankful.

(and thank you, Buddha Girl, for giving me a clue how to do this!)

A cry for help...

SEE?

Did you honestly think I was kidding about the gigantinormous thing that has exploded on my cheek?

Be grateful it's a little blurry.

In real life, it actually looks like a big zit with a little zit on top. Deeeelightful.

Be grateful I can't get that much detail here.

And I'm more than a little amused that not only is this the very first photo I'm posting that I've taken with my new (and first!) digital camera, but that it took me about seven tries (actually, several more... I've changed the picture tonight!!) to get the right angle and lighting so you can see the thing that's eating my face.

Okay, so here's my question, since I'm one of the last people on earth to actually get my own damned digital camera: how do I get Blogger to let me post more than one picture per post, AND space them out the way I want? Any time I've chosen the "add more photos" option in the past, I can't lay them out the way I want to, nor can I write around the pics. But most of you DO do that, so there MUST be a way...

Help me before my zit eats what's left of my brain!

Sick-ku...

missing hula class

as i sweat and freeze and cough

fuck you, bronchitis

Actually, I DO feel better than I did a couple of days ago, when taking a shower was a major undertaking. I'm still not well, though. And now that the phlegm is loosening its grip on my throat, I'm hacking up a storm. I'm sure my neighbors are loving me right now.

I also have a giant zit growing smack in the middle of my right cheek. Adding insult to injury, I say.

Don't I sound like fun? Don't you want to hang out with me??

Let's change the subject. I got tagged again...

This time, I'm to name my five favorite Christmas songs!

1. "The Christmas Song," particularly Nat King Cole's version. It's not Christmas without it. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
2. Anything from "A Charlie Brown Christmas." It's my favorite Christmas CD. Love love love it.

3. "I'll Be Home for Christmas." It's sooooo melancholy and wistful -- it is a World War Two-era song, after all -- I can't help but well up every time I hear it. Especially poignant these days...
4. "Winter Wonderland," particularly Johnny Mathis' version. Notice how there's no mention of Christmas in this song? It's really a WINTER song, but you never hear it in January...
5. "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas." Also strikes me as wistful. What's with me and the sad Christmas songs??

I'm embellishing on this one, and naming my five least favorite Christmas songs.

1. "Little Drummer Boy." Pa rum pum pum shut the fuck up, before I shove your drum up your ass. Doesn't exactly put me in a holiday mood.
2. "The Twelve Days of Christmas." The repetition. My god, the repetition. Make. It. Stop.
3. The version of "Jingle Bells" with the barking dogs. Oh my god, shoot me. Also, Barbra Streisand's "jazzy" version of the same song. I can't tell you which one I hate more, really.
4. "Feliz Navidad," unless the Barenaked Ladies are playing it, and then it's just funny. Otherwise, it makes my ears bleed.
5. "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer." It's never been remotely funny. Or amusing. Or even worth a hint of a smile. Bleh. Stoooopid.


What are yours?

My Christmas gift to me... *

*(aside from all that stuff I bought while shopping on Black Friday, I mean....)

• I've been looking for just the right thing to hang on my naked office wall. I think this fits the bill.

• It's about flippin' time Comedy Central started selling some Colbert merch! Jeeez. He's only had his own show for, uh, A YEAR.

I can't wait to see the look on the face of the building maintenance guy who'll have to hang it for me. (And yes, we have to ask someone to hang things from our walls. I'm not sure what they're afraid of, but whatever it takes...)

One is the loneliest number...

(though it's a two-fer Friday! Two posts today! See below!)

Alka-Seltzer Plus Night Time Cold Medicine and NyQuil Cough (well, the Walgreen's version of it) are a damn fine combination. I got nearly 12 hours of sleep last night. I'm never able to sleep that long when I'm this sick.

And boy, am I sick. I scared the bejeezus out of my co-workers yesterday everytime I spoke. This is their first experience with Bronchial Terry, so they don't know how regularly this occurs. I decided to spare them any more terror today, so here I am, at home...thinking about how I don't have the energy to try to take my giant pile of laundry over to the cleaners to let them wash it, let alone schlep it to the laundromat to do it myself.

The only problem with all the drugs and the sleeping (oh, and maybe the virus, too!) is that I can't focus. So it's time for another meme...

It's the one word meme, stolen from Dzer, who stole it from Madame... (and I actually started this a couple of nights ago).

1. Yourself: Sick

2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend (spouse): Imaginary

3. Your hair: Highlighted

4. Your mother: Far

5. Your father: Missed

6. Your favorite item: iPod

7. Your dream last night: Bizarre

8. Your favorite drink: Cosmo

9. Your dream car: None

10. The room you are in: Dining room

11. Your ex: Gay

12. Your fear: Loneliness

13. What you want to be in 10 years? Happy

14. Who you hung out with last night? Barenakeds

15. What You're Not? Fearless

16. Muffins: Gluten

17. One of your wish list items: Travel

18. Time: Flying

19. The last thing you did: When?

20. What you are wearing: Pajamas

21. Your favorite weather: Cool

22. Your favorite book: Many

23. The last thing you ate: Soup

24. Your life: Busy

25. Your mood: Wary

26. Your best friend: Many (I was going to say lucky, but I mean I'M lucky, not them!)

27. What are you thinking about right now? Laundry

28. Your car: Dirty

29. What are you doing at the moment? Blogging!

30. Your summer: Eventful

31. Your relationship status: Hahahahaha (is that one word?)

32. What is on your TV? Nothing

33. What is the weather like? Cooooold

34. When is the last time you laughed? Recently

Do a good deed...

On this World AIDS Day, Bristol Myers Squibb is donating a dollar to AIDS research on behalf of each person who goes to its website and lights a candle.

So go.

(Many thanks to His Pirateness for pointing this out.)