Make me over!

The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was pretty great. Too bad I don't have TV all the time. Too bad they showed live clams and people eating shellfish. Ew. Pretty sure I didn't learn anything helpful, but I guess it wasn't for me. Delia pointed out that a version for girls probably wouldn't work that well.

And somehow, on the busride to the T, my sense of smell has become sharper than ever. It's awful. The guy two seats away smelled like cigarettes and pipe smoke. The air like maple syrup. Every little person and thing anywhere near me smelled and smelled intensely and bad. I almost couldn't contain my shellfish.