So on my AOL “Welcome Screen” (insert snort here) there’s all these little pictures and graphics and such. Today, on the bottom right hand side, there’s a picture of JC from N’SYNC and something about him going solo (must be a trend with those boys, or something.) Now, I’m not an NSYNC fan, really, but I don’t hate them either. However, I feel compelled to point out that in this picture, JC looks like a seventies porn star. And no, that’s NOT a good thing.

(If I could cut and paste it I swear I would but I can’t figure out how. Oh, well. When/If you see it, you will know what I mean.)

He’s got the weird hair, the moustache, the funny half-beard-not-quite-a-goatee (not to be confused with not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman, that’s a Britney thing) and he just looks really disgruntled. This must be a new image tack. Hmmmmm. Oh, well. I wish him the best.

In other news, it’s Friday. I’m wearing a black turtleneck. I’m realizing, actually, that my turtleneck buying has gotten a bit out of control, in fact it is almost as bad as my black pants habit, and if you read this journal at all you know that’s bad. I swear I own about seven gap turtlenecks, and two are black. Two!

Black Turtlenecks have always symbolized snobby writers to me, which makes it either sad or ironic I am now wearing them all the time, I’m not sure which. Last week, one of my students looked at me and said, “Is black your favorite color, or something?” and I said, “Well, it’s slimming,” which was just so weak so I added, “And I’m a messy eater,” which they seemed to be happier accepting.

The truth is, I just like black. Always have. I’m not trying to make some big personal statement, I just like it: it’s clean and solid and that’s just it, sorry. When I was in high school, I only wore black, red, and white. Because of this, to this day, when my mother sees me in any vibrant color, she says, “Oh, look at you in blue!” or something along those lines. I like colors too. I just like black better. Especially in winter.

(And I am a messy eater. Ask anyone who knows me well. I spill on myself all the time. When I told Bianca, my best friend, about how I really want to buy a cashmere sweater sometime this winter, she said, “Well, just don’t get it in white.” I rest my case.)

But I’m putting myself on a moratorium: no more turtlenecks. I mean, this madness has got to stop. I need to put my shopping energy elsewhere. Like, say, my Christmas list.


But that’s not as much fun, is it? Nope.

have a good day, everyone….