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This is just the great tragedy of my life, isn't it? I love Nick. I am Nick.

Anyway, my new boyfriend is from Queer Eye, the last one. With the cute cop. Leave it to this idiotic site to have the recap photos of him being all smiley be 3X4 pixels. Bitches.

So this is strange for me, because you know I do not like The Fuzz particularly, and he seems to have a very nice and lovely girlfriend (although, she did get annoying with the "Oh my God"s), but he was so smiley and cute and also the accent. Let me tell you, being stuck here among refugees from Warsaw, Wisconsin and Worcester, that lilting Queens melody is music to my ears.

Of course, he is 25. Because, as with everyone good, I could be their mom. Or older sister. Or they are too old (but not TOO OLD -- yes, Bob, I'm talking to you.) Or something. Did you ever notice that no decent man was born in 1975? Because I did. And not that one year in either direction should matter (and a little older doesn't) but some of us, like me and my wonderful hair stylist, start to get weird when a boy is a year younger. You'd think there would be more things in our lives to worry about, but no, that ranks. I also had a feeling that was outgrown, but it is worse for me with every passing year. I like to pretend my range is 1965-1980, but we all know I start getting itchy at anything beyond 1971-1976. And even then. Of course, there's always 1986. Whoo, baby. But famous people don't count anyway. So there.

Why am I getting email -- not even junk email -- with a subject heading like "Fine Tuning Your Foreplay." Ugh.

My new #1 favorite song is "The Tide That Left and Never Came Back" by The Veils. It makes me faint. Well of course I just missed them playing two NY shows in July. Obviously. Anyway, it is the best song ever. This week, at the very least.

I think you may need to hear it, and so I am going to learn tomorrow how to use .mac and my iDisk for good, not evil, and make the first Secret Fun Club in like 5 years. If you want in, please let me know. All of the former innies are on my old computer, and those bastards at Mac made the whole switch thing sound way more feasible than it actually was. Blah blah, etc. So tell me who you are and why I needn't worry my pretty little head about you selling me out to The Man. Unless it is the aformentioned Fuzz representative. Because I could get sold easily.

I have to get some sleep. This has gone far enough.