V-Day at our virtual boozenest, the IntraWeb.

Greetings from Twinkpuppet.

QV: Brown and blue is totally cute: Especially if they're argyle. I can't stress the argyle enough. Argyle knee highs are fucking precious.

Analyst: Don't fly to DC! How bougeious. Caulk and float, bitch! The bus isn't much slower than flying, if you count the all the boarding crap. Plus you can take all of the liquids you want. I'm buying a gallon of contact solution. Why? Because this is America.

Everybody: Tonight? Singles awareness late night dinner anyone? Even if it's just a salad cook-off in Brooklyn? (Is that too Cathy cartoon?) I'd be into watching The Wire tonight. Nothing will improve my singledom valentines day outlook like poor black people.

Bag of Dicks

So as if coming home to an 80 degree temperature difference didn't make me feel like a big enough bag of dicks....

8am, leave house, muling a laptop, a ginormo digital camera, a work bag, a NYC big girl purse, and 24 pound bag (not hyperbole)  of drop off laundry. I take one step outside and take the biggest digger of 2008. Land flat on my ass (and wrist) surrounded by roughly a dozen people. None of whom help me.  They merely point at me, muttering, "Americana, Americana".

I guess it takes a building or two to fall for New Yorkers (even illegal immigrant ones) to care.