I went to Macy's at Lenox to pick up my butch-tastic dressy vest (the cool kind, not the eighties kind). While in the parking lot, I fell because it was raining and I was wearing flip-flops. My dress got soaked, my new tattoo got smacked on the tarmac, and my iPod fell out in the rain. Everything (including my iPod) was okay, though.

I freaked out after I got my tattoo but it's growing on me. I should have gotten it done in a shade of brown, or maybe made it look like a dog had stepped in paint and then frolicked up my leg, but I like it more. I got a compliment on it today. I am deciding it is cute. And I want another one.

It is tax-free weekend here, which explained the CRAZY line outside of Apple.

I want to go to spin class because I am excited about going back to school (except the L part, but whatever).

I watched Shortbus and I really, really liked it. And now I'm listening to Jay Brannan and I like him bunches. Especially "Housewife." I like gay people.

I saw a girl who looked a little like Lauren from high school sitting on a bench when I was walking through the mall. She was looking uncomfortable and amused at this guy who was talking to her. She was hot and I wished I knew how to signal her over to me so she would be capulated into a more satisfying social situation and hopefully she was gay. Or that my orange paisley dress and Beatles shirt and peapod earrings and flowered headscarf would magically turn her onto girls. Specificially, me.

My mom doesn't feel good so I'm going to see if I can make her a playlist and mail it to her to make her feel better.