Hells yes. I did my best not to sway the judges, but this is the one I wanted. Thanks lots, Mariah!

In other news, I refused to do the Strokes quiz out of principle. I bought a girl's zip-up sweatshirt at H&M on Sunday, and yes, it fits. Not only does it fit, but it's a small. I zipped it up on 34th Street and the Square of Herald, and Stevie told me that I'm just skinny because the Strokes are. Ha, Stevie's funny.

But fuck that! I've been skinny since I was in short pants. Went to the doctor Wednesday, found out I'm the exact same weight to the pound that I was the last time I visited a doctor, a year and a half ago. Guess my fear of a developing gut is groundless. And you know what? That's probably the exact weight I was in 1995.

Don't be jealous. People must see me and think there's something wrong with me. It ain't the pretty type of skinny, like Iggy Pop circa 1970. But I wear my ribcage as best as I know how.

I wish I could eat more. But I eat as much as I physically can as it is. The father of my next-door neighbor during 1998/1999 was a very successful surgeon who made his dough stapling the stomachs of the obese. Maybe I can get me a stretcher-outer.