better lenscrafters than nina simone.

dont feel bad, my second husband used to complain about this very thing.

throw in eating disorders. from personal experience, at least, i can promise you that they cause way more health problems—in fact, way more serious health problems than does fat. i've recounted my stupid story before. i'm not gonna do it now. otoh, in this particular case? healthwise? although mine is both messy,…

bingo. absolutely. if i forgot a combo of horrifying & horrible, yep, you can add it there. & old. old. cos, as anyone can see above, les youths dont even get it. which is the only good thing about it, may i add, & how much better if none of us did. or had to consider it, even.

that was only the huge ones. theyve been popular probably since the very early 70s. not vocally popular, the way they are now, but definitely much more common than one might expect. i was a kid at the same time but my mother was an analyst in los angeles & so i know all sorts of intimate stories, you might say, about…

large & perky together makes no sense at all unless one is discussing plastic. or comic books. or sex dolls [which are, more or less, plastic as well]. etc & ect.

i think she's just got pillows on top of her lower body, but i could be wrong. she looks absolutely exhausted.

if you read her website you will know this is not just supposed to be a joke. theres a smidge here & there of currently expected simple sarcasm & snark—but where isnt there now? other than the most crazed sliver of right wing madness, & it's even there sometimes. it's today's meat, for heavens sake. but the questions…

i shouldve added that she said it about the father of the idiot i was going out w/ at the time.

i hate to say it but the first person i heard this story from would be, oh, i dunno, sixty now? sixty five? a lot older than me, thats for sure. & i'm sure she'd heard it from plenty of people before she told it to me.

i am thrilled to billions & billions of teensy tinsy little pieces that if being of this generation means i am shallow & entirely focused on snark & my crotch, i am not a member.

ibid. thanks. having had one of the world's wildest lives before it was trendy, even i just cannot get this degree of whorishness. there seems to be no emotional depth here whatsoever. i'm not even sure there's any emotion.

he's annoying & totally unimpressive. otoh [or maybe it's the same-h], he's doing this on purpose. i hate to put it this way but his pseudo-reminiscences of hits=hits. i dont know the answer. on some other hand somewhere else, i bet he'd hate it even more were he ignored.

if it makes you feel any better i spent thirty thousand bucks on liposuction alone [more thousands on all sorts of other ridiculous cosmetic surgical items, none—hear me: none of which worked]. not cos of pregnancy, eating disorders limited that possibility down to, how you say, zero.

how does one have floral vents?

tila tequila? i'm ultrathankfully out of the loop these days but from the abovenoted, i'd imagine she has a tweek dealer. actually not one, there's never only one, but several, although i doubt any of them, singularly or together, are doing her mental, nevermind physical, health any good.

i know people will disagree w/ me but the very very best thing that could happen, in this case & so many of the others i see here, there, everywhere would be if feminism would once again recognize what it is to be male identified & understand that it's bad. i'm too weary to mince words, i'm afraid, & of course this…

cos i have a life, cos i disagree w/ you, cos i'm more articulate than you are, smarter or, perhaps, more unconventional? can think outside the media box? cos all of those are true. & these days, dear, you are on the losing end. not cos of me, cos i more or less dont care, but cos society is beginning to catch up w/…

faux fiancée blames the country's problems on the 19th amendment. meaning: she thinks all that's wrong in the united states can be blamed on giving women the right to vote. also ke$ha*:

She looks like a fucking narcissistic, delusional idiot. With a skanky dress on. I don't blame her though, I blame the parents.