I love steak. I'm pretty much willing to whore myself out in order to get steak. The only two ways I normally get steak are:

1. Whore myself out to the man- aka sit through a business dinner. Sometimes those are fun, most times not.

2. Whore myself out to a man- aka go on a date with the premise that if I order a kobe beef steak most likely Im going to have to put out. Somtimes worth the steak, sometimes not. Thats always a gamble.

Just this very morning me and dear Mimi were musing how we could so go for a steak, yet neither of us had the means to obtain one (here a good steak dinner can easily go $150 a person with wine). Awesomely I got an invite to a business dinner- and Ms. Mimi will be my date. So I guess today Im a whore for the man. I'm so willing to put up with dull business talk for a steak!

I can't wait for my trip to the Buff, I need some love Buffalo style. Most importantly I can't wait to eat at left bank on Friday! And drink beer. Steak and Beer, mmmm.

I have a theory that if you are a gay man you pretty much have access to any women's boobage. It seems to hold true across the board. And here is more proof to back up my scientific research:

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If you are in the mood to see pictures of ultra cute fuzzies then you must to to this site asap:

I'm obsessed with the bunnies and the squirrel.

Speaking of bunnies I have a bunch of scientist friends who are insanely smart. Like PhD from Cambridge smart. Its rare that I actually know something they don't. So last Friday we were hanging out drinking whiskey and smoking the chebo and of course we were talking about living space and neighborhoods (it's a constant topic- you always want to know if someone has the inside scoop on a sweet new apt/hood). Anyways my friend Danelle started talking about how her friends have 5 bunnies in this small studio apt. And everyone loves bunnies and starts being all "oh I want a bunny". Then Danelle moved on to cats. Now it's all cats and bunnies. Then Danelle is like wait you can't have cats and bunnies because bunnies would eat cats. Hmmm. For a second no one said anything. And as messed up as I was I was pretty sure that a bunny would never eat a cat. But hey these are the science crew, maybe they know something I don't. The all the sudden everyone blurted out at the same time- wait i don't think that can happen. She stuck by her theory. We all question if she has actually ever seen a bunny.

PS- I took a sleeping pill last night, when I woke up this morning I was really groggy. And I noticed my hair is super gross today. I then started thinking about what shampoo I used. I have a large variety. Then I remembered. I didn't use any shampoo, only conditioner. I washed my hair with conditioner today. Can you say bad hair day?

I just scored a pair of tickets to the Allman Brother's show on the last night of their NYC gig. I'm ready to pee my pants I'm so freaking excited!!