My raise went through. I celebrated by becoming a consumer. I finally, after two years of lusting and wanting and drooling, finally bought an iPod. I have been spending the time since ripping every CD I own and tranferring their contents to my teeny tiny shimmering white-and-chromey wonder. The headphones they come with do not quite fit in my ears, leading me to think that either Apple designed headphones that are too large (which everybody knows cannot possibly be the case) or my ears are freakishly tiny. Perhaps I will require surgery to fix the problem.

I also bought an iSight. This was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing, as I have no actual need of an Apple-branded webcam. Nevertheless, there is a stylish aluminum tube (you have no idea the mangled disaster I made of the word "aluminum" the first time I tried to type it) looking at me from atop my stylish transparent-plastic monitor. If anyone wants to engage in a little webcam chatting action, let me know. It is tremendously fun, and I can show you my room (yes, the Real Royal Bedchamber), my cat, my teddy bear, and pictures of my niece.

Flex and I had our seven-month anniversary. We went out to an utterly fantabulous dinner with the best ribs ever concocted, three desserts (one of which featured marshmallow creme and therefore was consumed with the sort of speed that says, "Stay out of the way of my Spoon of Devouring, lest you be grievously injured by marshmallow-creme-laden lacerations"), and a lot of liquor. For the record, let me reiterate here that I love this boy with all my heart, and count myself luckier and luckier every day that he is in my life.

I met my soon-to-be new roommate. He is moving to New York from the wilds of Tennessee. He had never been to New York before last Monday. My household prides itself on being an open, welcoming, hostel-like venue, so the idea of teaching someone entirely new all about the wonders and magic that is New York makes me very happy indeed. He and I and Flex and the new roommate's friend all went out for drinks, and I realized partway through the evening that I have seldom, if ever, had a Boy's Night. My wonderful girls are always part of my crowd, and you know how much I adore them, but it was a nice change to be out with just a little gang of the homos.

This is the last weekend of my play. It will be a relief to be done, but it has been fun all the same. I shall close with an image or two of me, being evil, and wearing my shinypants.

The gang, all being evil in a believe-it-or-not completely unplanned pose.

Me, preparing for my moment of evil triumph.

Me, complaining about the trials and tribulations of the evil villain.

And me, tricking my "good" brother into believing my latest evil eeeeevil plot.

So that was more than one or two pictures. So sue me.

And also, as mentioned in a recent entry, Chipotle has made it here at last. Blankwave, another Denver transplant, is totally and completely my hero for tipping me off. Until they opened up shop, presence-of-Chipotle was the single indicator in which Colorado was better than New York. No more!

I think that should catch everyone up with the details of my life. Have any questions? Guestbook me.