Them perched on the statue of two parrots fucking really gives it a certain je ne sais quoi quality! Classy for sure.

She is adorable.

Becky with the bad hair day.

I’ve had bronchitis a buuunncchh of times (and bad lungs so they usually become respiratory infections that last for a month or longer) But I don’t think doctors can do.much for bronchitis? They usually just tell me to wait and see, treat symptoms, or drink a lot of water. So if your money or time strapped and/or…

Being sick is a wretched, miserable experience. I hope your immune system files away antibodies for this one, and then bounces you back to healthy soon.

BEAUTY THREAD!

Lots of haters of that movie out there, but I love it, dammit.

I refuse to accept this. In fact, I don’t want to know any more. The Tiny Purple Genius moved on a hopefully peaceful place. Fini.

I’m not ready to accept this.

I shall not believe this! Satan I rebuke thee in the name of Jon Snow.

perfect answer.

Agreed. I am feeling oddly protective of an artist who was so conscientious of his privacy. He was at the Dakota Jazz Club on Tuesday. He was out visiting record stores on record store day, this weekend. We just don’t know how he died yet.

Maybe it’s just me but I don’t really want to know how he died. I don’t even believe in God but I’d prefer to think he just shed his earthly body and ascended to wherever artistic geniuses go. I don’t need the gory details. Can’t we let him be mysterious and magnificent in death as he was in life?

I had to fight back sobs while I was educating my friend’s 6 year old, whom I picked up from school and was watching until her mother finished work for the day, on why Auntie was so sad today, by dancing to “Batdance” (it was appropriate for her age block) and totally drinking the first 2 of the 8 16oz beers I’ve…

• Whatever. Let’s all go home, crack a bottle of wine, and dance to Prince, eh?

Same. And then I remember the time my parents reported my sister missing to the police after they didn’t hear from her for 36 hours.

No, The Who are playing the afterparty.

Wow, that is horrible. I’m not a huge fan of reality TV but, while I get the trashy appeal of a Real Housewife flip a restaurant table, why on earth would I want to witness a stranger’s last moments as he dies in pain?

What a precious, floppy, nommable pair of ears on that furry little baby.

22 year old guy who is sophisticated and likes elegant restaurants.... Sucks in feminism....