Daney B. used to tell me that I had no shame, and that's why she loved me. Now, I hate to deflect love, but I have shame. Lots of shame. Like today is Everybody-look-at-my-large-rack Day, meaning no man on the street has looked me in the eye. Which is just as well. Let the boobs take on the rheumy greasy eyes of the leering men in the Penn Station area. Although, I do see the ogler's side of it, as today's mammometer is off the charts due to the time of month. I feel like someone transplanted two large baby heads to either side of my sternum.

For lunch I just went to a place I said I'd never go back to again. But I did. A Sushi place of all places. Once you ban a sushi stop, then keep it off the list forever. Don't waste good money on bad sushi. That shit is just wrong. Now I feel really awful.