skin deep change

my blogmate and i are always talking about how we should probably update our filterless profile a little bit in order to better reflect our cultural evolution. i, for one, am dragging my feet, largely due to laziness, but also because deep down i know that these changes are mostly cosmetic. while i've softened my position on camisoles and pointy shoes (to the extent that i actually wear them from time to time) i don't think things have changed that much. another fall in hyde park- when over pumpkin lattes we (okay i) gaze at the fleece-vest-wearing shaggy-haired boys- no doubt the future urban planners and comp lit professors of america. yet again i'm a slave to post-season baseball in spite of my lack of regular season commitment. i've acquired a few cds, some of them good, developing my love of "bubble-popping" (thanks blogmate) euro-trash music, and am only occasionally able to distinguish between the good 80s music that i was too unsophisticated to appreciate the first time around and the new stuff that sounds just like it. and though i still haven't managed to go to the map room or get back to cleo's i'm adding the bungalow lounge to my to-do list of bars, at least while they're serving pumpkin martinis. i guess the problem with cataloging my progress is having to face my lack thereof.