100 posts of fierceness

that's right. today marks our 100th post aka we've made it in this biz. when tv shows make 100 episodes they get a huge cake made and stick their faces in it on camera. we shall be more dignified, somber even.

in fact, we have a confession to make. on this, our 100th post, we have to tell you that 50% of us has moved to a villa in the 6th borough, the land of non-stop dream vacations and fresh squeezed orange juice. (we are no longer a brooklyn-only operation, for this we apologize.)

apparently it is also the land of the $15 pedicure which i discovered last night and fully support. the neon sign of "design nails" or whatever generic name it was brought me in from the rain. i got to sit on tattered chairs, listen to the harmony of yelling voices in an unidentifiable southeast asian language and look at my pedicurist's amazing sense of style (read: knock-off ed hardy-esque wife beater laced down the middle-gut included-plastic flip flops with a bow and hot pink striped toe nails that she painted herself, and a faded swastika tattoo that looked homemade/prisonmade.) all in all, the pedicure was great and out of 100 colors to choose from, 30 were neon. needless to say, i'll be going back.