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Today was really nice day of weather. We had a picnic lunch of artichoke couscous salad (thanks *Marlo*) and ice coffee. The picnic was on a wide Park Avenue median strip, with three trees, green grass and a mess of tulips. It's Midtown, you work with what you got.

I've taken to cutting out centerfold pictures from Cat Fancy and taping them in secret spots for El Toro to discover (vegetable crisper, under toilet seat, etc.) El Toro has taken to yelling "I see your wang" all the time, like a crazed drunken child. Usually when she says it, I'm wearing ten layers of wool clothing. She's a great roommate, I love her.

I've been thinking about Midnight Oil a whole lot lately. I think bands that play at Earth Day events are never good. (If you disagree, use my comments section to establish some robust dialogue!)

I stayed in Queens this weekend, Grayskull punished me by peeing all over my best jeans. Remember when that was a serious problem? I could never give her away now, I want to make out with her too much.

Have you heard about the Yale abortion artist? Beth Mullinz suggests she aborts her own fetuses because she stinks at drawing and painting. Chew on that, art!

Still can't get enough Tim and Eric. I'm gonna meet Tim at a wedding in June, I hope I don't geek out and say something weird: "I love your shit, the shit you do, I love your hair, the way it shimmers!"