thought for the day

Hot boys with powerful daddies

FDR Jr.

Robert Todd Lincoln

Steven Ford

Herbert Hoover, Jr.

JFK, Jr.

thought for the day*

*be careful up there, y'all.

Sleeping Beauties

Once upon a time, when I was young, there was no internet.
I know.
The world was dark and terrible then.

Back then, in the ancient of days, I would take any chance I could to wander off into Waldenbooks, hoping to sneak a furtive, desperate glance at this (and other such books), praying no one saw me.
It seems so tame now. 

Anyway, I found this (Ken Haak's Sleeping Beauties) today at a charity book fair, nestled in the "Art book" section. It was 50 cents, so, of course, I had to buy it.

I just have to wonder which poor soul evil queen  died so that this book could finally find its way into my bed?

(Oh, how I would squint desperately at this one, trying to get a faint glimpse of peen. No wonder I need contacts now)

(I always wondered, "what the hell is he doing with that chapstik and change anyway?").

(oh, but these are the images that life long insecurities are made of.)



And they lived neurotically ever after.

Halloween cuteness

Halloween crafts for those of us who are lazy

cookie vampire mouths

spider lollipop

Candy corn on the cob

ghost poop

Mummified wienies

tampon ghosts

most via kitschyliving

belated bells

Repost, reminded by way of pomobohemian's lovely post on the wonderful Laura's recent birthday...and because it's so damned beautiful.
(I shall burn some Patti Labelle incense in her honor)

shopping safari

It's never too early to think about all those Jersey shore-monkey loving-giant-Patti Labelle fans on your list.

Snooki christmas ornament. (@ TJMaxx)

Three foot wide desk bell  (@gordons)

Five foot tall flatware (@ pier one)

Monkey chandelier (@ salvation army)

Patti LaBelle (type) incense. (@ gas station{next to the emanadas})

thought for the day*

*boo!

Three things seen on the way to work

(which I nearly crashed my car and died trying to take a photo of)

6:30 Woman screaming "Bette Davis! Bette Davis, come here!" while Bette Davis takes a shit on my lawn.

7:00 a. m. Man walking down my street cradling a large Chucky doll in his arms like his baby. 

5 p.m. : Line of 3 hookers holding hands, being let on a "field trip" crossing busy street.

thought for the day

Who would you rather watch you pee?

Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" (glaring down at you in the stalls at TGI Fridays)

Vintage Japanese porn (in the men's room of our local Izakaya)

The Trinity of Barbra, Peter and The Holy Judy  (in one of our mustier quainter local gay bars)

and why?

thought for the day

a trip for halloween candy

Today, bored and a bit lonely, I took a walk to Dollar Tree. I figured I'd buy some cheap candy. This is how I entertain myself. I noticed a cemetery behind the store which I hadn't noticed before, so I took a stroll around in the October heat with my beat up little flip phone camera and took some bad photos. No one was there but me and the ghosts. It was lovely.

what caught my attention, the coppery gleam of the two St. Michaels

Succinct.

Someone recently buried

rip

Recently seen...

Just no.
No.

thought for the day

an open letter

Dear Fourth-Lady-in-Hijab-in-Target-Tonight,

I realize that my furtive glances in your direction made you nervous, and undoubtedly...and understandably... led you to think that I am a horrible racist xenophobe, but I promise you I am not.
I assure you I was not staring at your hijab.

I was simply trying to get a better look at your smoking-hot husband.
Sorry.

Sincerely,
j.