Ha ha, you know, he isn't the first to say that I look like a Mexican. God, I hate that! However, I am not 120 pounds, I have no problem getting laid (though I don't have much of a desire these days), and although I do enjoy living in The D.C., I'm not compelled to bicker over whose city is more "real." Don't you love it when people mistake pride in one's city as basis for a personality?

Anyway, I'm in New York at my parents' sprawling suburban ranch. (Yes, the suburbs! May the stoning commence.) I'll be away for all of next week -- not sure if I'm going to have a "guest blogger" or something gay like that. Besides, these are some big shoes to fill, if I may say so.

Oh, and I have a job. With benefits and shit. I start in June. Boy, I can't wait to take full advantage of my prescription drug plan! I'll be making some modifications to this site, because lord knows the complications of maintaining a blog while having a real job. I'm thinking less pictures and more writing. I think that will be good for all of us.

Also, I don't have HIV. Not that I deserve some sort of medal or anything, but this truly pleases me. Everyone should go out, get tested at the evening clinic, and then walk straight into Cobalt with the band-aid and gauze still on your arm -- just like I did! I am one classy act.