@Ipomoea:
bronkitis
bronkitis
@Moosicle:
Someday I'm going to snuggle Mr. Costello and Mr. Tagliapietra SO HARD. Bears drive me crazy.
@Ipomoea:
Ouch. Hell truly is other people. I would have kicked his ass after he spent the night and didn't try anything, and then talked about how gay he was for the next 10 years.
I worked for a woman who lived in the village in the early 60s, drove a cab and was an interpretive dancer at the Cafe Wha? with Thelonious Monk hitting the keys, and kicked Joan Baez out of a shared apartment for her lacking personal hygiene. That's all well and good, but I don't think that time/space can ever be…
Lisa Carver did some amusing writing about this in Rollerderby. Unicorns are sexxxxy, apparently.
@Ipomoea:
Exactly my sentiments re:the baldies. You just wanna rub yr stuff all over that shiny deliciousness.
I thought he didn't date chicks that didn't work out. Maybe she became a gym rat.
I have been trying to find this Sandra Bernhardt stand-up act from the 80s I remember seeing where she made fun of esprit ads and Diane von Furstenburg paper towels. It remains one of my favorite cable tv memories of yore, and I think it was the first time I remember hearing real talk about idiotic popular culture.…
Bald men have more testosterone, and are usually oversexed. It's just true. I've had one for 10 years.
I usually have my 'hit rock bottom' moments at Taco Bell. Only happy times at Burger King.
Oh, my best friend in 4th grade's mom had that shirt, with a green rhinestone in the eye. I would say that was 23 years ago, but the Cramps are timeless - as demonstrated by the fact that Poison Ivy looks as good now as then. The jeans, well, yikes.
I've always hated having to deal with other women's hang-ups about smells; my last boss drowned herself in sickly-sweet Mugler 'Angel' and she had the audacity to ask me to wear deodorant (the building was not air-conditioned and the work was very physical at times) while stinking up 200 feet around her with that foul…