I'm a lasagna boy!

They all look homogenous.

Sitting on the 8.37 train: a row of four young men, three listening to iPods, three working diligently on 15" PowerBooks, three with goatees and shaved-bald heads. Behind us are full racks of bicycles, including four fixed-gear (two back-to-front with pursuit bars) and one single-speed.

Do I notice because these are my traits and I'm amused that others share them?

So exquisitely grand.

Listening to Palace{Brothers, Music}. Last week Sara(h) was playing The Fall at the Edinburgh Castle, this week she was listening to Bonny Prince Billy.