I love when the air in NYC takes its Autumnal turn into crisp and refreshing.  It makes me want to walk down the streets of the city I love with a renewed sense of purpose and delight.  Unfortunately, that joy quickly gets squashed when I realize how people see me as I lumber through the streets of Manhattan...

I suddenly just got a craving for s'mores...

I was just considering what I wanted to eat for dinner, and my biggest concern was to get something that wouldn't make me feel crappy later on tonight.  I weighed my options for a moment, and then had this actual thought, verbatim:

"Oooh!  I'll have chicken wings.  They won't make me feel crappy.  They'll make me feel great.  And Powerful.

I should be an ad man.

Chicken Wings: They'll Make You Feel Great.  And Powerful.

I'm starting to think that the amount of dead bodies in Central Park on Law & Order doesn't quite match up to the amount of dead bodies in Central Park in real life.

Stabler feels bad.  You can tell.

Dammit, Obama!  Why do you have to be so fucking hip?

Because the best person to judge a singing competition is someone who can't sing.

I am completely baffled every time I see someone wearing animal print clothing.  Who pulls on those leopard print pants in the morning, looks in the mirror and thinks, "Damn. I am pulling these off."?

A Wookiee Wearing Leopard (Above)

Maybe it's just me?  Very few times in my life have I looked at a jungle cat and thought, "That is one sexy animal.  You know where it would be sexier?  On my legs."

Don't Look At Me With Those Come Hither Eyes

I guess I shouldn't judge though.  At least not until I can kick my peacocking habit...

-Emily