hitting me where it hurts.

Oh my god, this is like Sophie's Choice

Chik-fil-a:

Pro: that pickle, that buttery bun,

that chicken.
Con: evil "christian" fundamentalist bigotry

Gay marriage:

Pro: Justice and righteousness
Con: Ice swans

ahem

thought for the day*

*happy bd, mdp!

How to have style (for the ladies) part deux

1. The minx: a wisp of sheer nylon around the crotch neck is always sexy.


2.The artistic type: don't be afraid to explore new, exciting media, like your hair.

3. The lady: always accentuate your best assets
4. The country cock lover: don't be afraid of pattern--on your cabinets, your jacket...your eyes.


5. The wife: Always maintain a bit of sex appeal, even when frying up eggs.

ten things pissing me off now

1. This cake mix which insists on asking for "125 grams" of butter. WTF? I'm an American, goddammit. I don't know what the hell a "gram" is.

2. The fact that Katrina and ineptitude might just end up killing me after all, 5 years after the fact (long story).

3. The cloud of toilet paper debris that keeps floating up to the surface after flushing. This new "green" tp just dissolves upon contact with water, and never quite flushes completely down. I just have to flush three times instead of one now. Totally green there, right?

4. Anything named Kardashian. (see # 3)

5. Why, thank you ma'am for letting me know all the gory details of your father in law's giant (alleged) "diet coke tumor."

6. The fact that I can only buy diet Pepsi at work and have to import my six pack of tumor makers from home. I hate to imagine what a diet Pepsi tumor would be like.

7. That I had to work yet another 12 hour day yesterday, only to be subjected to talk of diet coke tumors at the 12.5th hour of those 12 hours.

8. The fact that the rear door of my car won't unlock from the inside. The car is all of five few months old, and already there's a problem?
What if I were to hurtle off the side of a bridge into the river and my only way out was to swim to the back right hand seat to get out or something? huh? Huh?

9. People who pee all over the toilet seat (#4?)

10. The cold sore that appeared last night, taking the place of its recently departed sister (pink eye)...or is that a diet coke tumor?

thought for the day

He likes you!

The other day, checking cleaning out my junk mail, I find this lost little love note :
_________________________________________________________________

He Likes You!

Sheila84, M
Beaverton, Alabama
United States
______________________________________________________________

Now, as flattered as I am, I just know it could never work. I could never handle Sheila84's white hot glamour.

Could you?

thought for the day

(old) looks I (rather) like

70s Gatsby-esque

Have loafers and white socks ever looked so sexy?

James Bond goes gay.

Neatness counts.

Sheesh, these two just need to make out already.

thought for the day

*shamelessly stolen from sam

thought for the day

overheard 6 pm

"That'll be one hundred and fourteen dollars and ninety nine cents, ma'am."

(Cashier to woman in front of me at Walgreen's)

"Oh, yeah, and dis."

(Woman places a Hubig's on top of her $114.99 pile of douche and tube socks.)

thought for the day

"you silly fool, you can't change your fate...."

So it's been bitterly cold here (well, for here at least).

It takes me an hour to get downtown and to wait in a long, cold line to pay to park, and then walk to the Federal courthouse.

I have to practically undress in the lobby twice a day, (morning and lunch break) for security. I've streamlined my court outfit since: no belt, no watch, slip on shoes. Yesterday, my juror tag caused the machine to all but spark.

Every day this week we sit there listening to the most mind numbingly repetitious testimony from 8am till 5 pm.
I valiantly try to stay awake, though I'm heavily doped on codeine.

I'm deathly sick, coughing up my lungs, with the head cold from hell.
Sometime around 3 pm yesterday, as I instinctively pulled myself from slumping asleep again in jury seat number 1, I realized I couldn't see very well...that huge white board with all the numbers on it was all blurry.
I felt my left eye tearing.
Was I crying from the searing poignancy of maritime law? A trip to the restroom told me, no, it's just god's little gift of pink eye.
WTF.
Are boils and the murder of my children by tent failure next, Jehovah?

Anyway, in good news, on the way home, I've been listening to this---all 4 disks:

Which I finally got. So excited!

There are a number of great arcane tracks here, but this will always be my favorite:



If there is a heaven, when I die (which I will any day now, I'm sure), I fully demand that this song is to greet me there, dammit.

Oh, and roller skates.
Roller skates.

thought for the day*

I wonder, wow...

thought for the day

via

Good Will

This afternoon, at Goodwill, wondering if I should buy the black Ben Sherman hat without a price tag or not, I'm ambushed by my own personal stylist:
a tall, lanky, elderly black man, with bloodshot eyes, in baggy chinos, a snazzy blazer and a beautiful, new feathered fedora.




"Oooo, yeah, that there's a good hat. You could pimp that baby
up reeeeeeal nice. Lemme show you."

(he puts it on my head and manipulates it into a jaunty angle)

"Go look in the mirror. Yeeeeeeah, dat look nice. Now looka hyuh."

(brings me long brown leather coat, c. 1979, offers it to me.)

"Oh, and dese the shoes you be needin'"

(points to the ones in his cart, size 11 black and white spectator shoes).

"But I ain't lettin' you have dem. Nope. I gots to get some of the women for myself now, you know. "

(He laughs)

just because

So pretty!
My inner boyfriend liked it so much, he's buying the Dimitri From Paris Chic Organization Box Set Vol 1 for me. He's learning.

The Black Swan: review in haiku

Tight ballerina

Shop lifts from Winona.

Symbolism ensues.

a few new years resolutions

Travel more.

Find a signature scent.

Dress a bit better.


Eat better



Exercise more.

thought for the day