bring on the pina coladas

off to bermuda for some serious mother-daughter bonding. i heard you can rent mopeds and drive on the left side of the street...i'm pumped! i'm totally going to make my mom race me.

speaking of bonding, becky and i just dined at small plates in harvard square. delicious wild mushrooms and a adorable little backyard patio. too bad i was with my mother and not on a romantic date. oh well, such is life.

i will return wednesday, pink and freckly.

wet with anticipation

there have only been a few moments in my life when i have seriously questioned my sexuality. probably the most significant of these moments occurred during the metric concert in brooklyn in 2005. those of you who know me well are more than aware of my love affair with this band. they're seriously awesome: sultry, politically charged pop music infused with a pinch of anarchism. obviously, this is my kinda band. after my first live metric experience, i floated out of the show all giddy and starry-eyed and i distinctly remember my boyfriend at the time shaking his head and saying, 'i've lost you, haven't i?'

yes. yes he had.

but really, can you blame me? not only is lead singer emily haines stunningly gorgeous, her energy is utterly orgasmic. she writhes around stage, passionately gripping the mic and shaking her blonde hair while droplets of sensual glory fling from her beautiful, glistening forehead. i've never seen anything like it.

thanks to my good friend kristin (she bought tickets the minute they went on sale), i'll get to experience this all over again on august 7th when metric plays with mates of state at the highline ballroom in new york. !!!!! i cannot f-ing wait. i'm going to battle my way to the front row so i can lovingly gaze into emily's eyes as she sweetly sings, 'i want to be wrong, but no one here wants to fight me like you do'.

oh emily, i'll fight you. i'll fight you hard.

make out with strangers

taken from the advice column 'savage love' in this week's weekly dig:

tired of her wrote: it's been about eight months since i was dumped and every day i still think about the girl who broke my heart. how do you get over a break up?

dan savage: sometimes a cliche is all i've got: time heals all wounds - time, and of course, fucking other people. did you know that every ounce of another woman's saliva that you swallow shaves a week off the healing process? it's a true and totally scientific fact.


thank you, mr. savage, for so eloquently articulating exactly what i've been trying to convey to a handful of friends who have recently taken on the grating status of 'ex-lover'.

an attempt to embrace my amorphous position in the universe.

rawr.







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