Usage: You: "Hey! Do you want some Chinese food?" Me: "Yeah, I'm totally feeling you on the Chinese tip."

Alternately: Me: "Hey, you feeling me on the take-out Chinese tip?" You: "Why yes, I would love to get take-out Chinese for dinner this evening."

Apparently the lingo-sponge that masquerades as my brain picked this up from Finn without telling me. I have since spread it, virus-like, to the Shiv (see item 3).

This weekend I became the best shopper ever. I base this claim on the fact that I just picked up 4 tumblers and a decanter, all Wedgwood crystal, and a wooden-with-brass-railings serving tray, for sixty dollars. I reiterate: My deal-finding acumen is not to be denied.

My brunching friends and I (you know the crowd by now) have decided to buy a corner brownstone, refurbish it, live in it, make it utterly fab, and rent out apartments to other lovely people. Some of the apartments have big round rooms and I desperately want a round room. I have visions of sanding and refinishing floors dancing in my head. Anyone have a few million dollars they feel like throwing our way?