I have to admit, the gay dance music thing is *new* for me.. In the last couple of months.... I am enjoying it as a break from my Femminist-Angst-driven-Indigo-Girls-Ani-DiFranco-Mellissa-Ferrick habits.

It all started at Lazy Bear when I discovered the joys of glitter nail polish on my toes.. I think it's glitter-poisoning. But if the benign kind..

I promise not to make you listen to it... The idea of you running into corners and bashing your head like a dog tortured with a whistle makes me pouty-faced.