Me and WOTS are having a birthday

So WOTS and I are turning 27. I had a lot of plans for 27. (27 is the age cartoonist Aaron McGruder hit the big time. I sort of have a thing for him. You know? Nothing serious.) I still plan on keeping my plans. Like finishing at least one of my fifty-billion novels. Or recording a demo. Or stalking Johnny Depp into submission. You know? Nothing big. Finishing my comic strip so I could publish it regularly on the blog and stuff.

But big things ARE happening this year. I just heard that my column (my actual column, not the WOTS) is moving to Sunday, inside page 3 of the Lifestyle section. Naturally, I'm sad that I'm not on the front, but hey, it's Sunday. More people read the section that day anyway.

I'm also considering going back to twice a month. I've gotten a lot of response from folks who miss their double-dose of Danielle. Lord knows why. People seem to be under the impression that I am humorous. Well, who am I to argue with the people who basically keep me in business. It's because of those people I can shop at Ross Dress for Less and Target in the luxury of my 2000 Mazda Protege. They keep me in discount designer clothes and cheap vintage dresses. You go, readers! I love you!

That said, check out my friend Beaux Mingus's new store Gigantic. Right next door to the place he works days — Downtown Records — on 19th Street. It's where Bar Flies used to be. And say hi to AJ for me. He's supposed to be tailoring my fly corduroy jacket. It better be ready today. He's had the sucker for a week.