Mr. Rogers and Lady Gaga. Mmmmmmm, contrast. This is what I love about Brooklyn. Yes friends, I've ventured out of the 651 area code, and my rods and cones have not stopped jumping around. However we are in a post-Sandy world, which is to say, we're all humming You're The One That I Want and trying to decide how we feel about John Travolta. Be patient sick people, my internet access will be limited, but for now, I'm buttering my legs and shimmying into some tight shiny black pants and some hair.
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