had lunch with my good friend DA today and we talked about everything, as per usual. we shared some crab cakes and sub-par spinach dip as well as three pints of brew, so i'm now coming down from the buzz... but suffice to say the company was true.

he said to me that i look and act more like a woman than when we first met over a year ago. i'd have to say he's right. i knew it and have know it, whatever "a woman" is... but i do know i'm different than before in a multitude of ways that you may not be interested in. then again, if you're reading my blog you probably are...

during the course of our lunch my trip to the island a few weeks back came up. how i'd been talking to the nudist society guy and bla bla. at one point, NS guy said if we had any questions at all to ask him, so in my half-baked, beer-infused-sunshine-frisbee state i piped up and asked him what was the strangest story of island happenings he's ever heard. he answered with something so mild i don't even remember. he must have been editing in his brain because i'm sure, at the very least, at some point, there must have been ballsac beestings or shrinkage so bad it never came back out. something.

i really wish i could remember what it was he told us, but for the life of me there's nothing there.

in other news: i have an insufferable craving for one of those convenience store ice cream cones and i think this time i will succumb. oh sweet jesus i can taste it now!