Last night
I got my nose pierced. I think it's devilishly charming, and so did the fellow who pierced it, but it remains to be seen what the powers that be will think. Given the fact that people around here wear clothing that I wouldn't be seen in if I had the flu, I'm not too apprehensive -- "Nice Nikes! Way to win for sweatshop workers!" If I didn't already have a superdarling steady, I definitely would have asked out the boy who worked at the piercing place. Still boycrazy after all these years! I stopped at Duane Reade on the way home and ended up in the same aisle as Kelly Osbourne and Andrew WK , who was noting the health benefits of soy for women. He's got a great smile. True story.