That is just fucked up!

When I worked at a coffee&bagel shop downtown, we always put a bag with leftover bagels and other stuff next to the door when closing up. Was very well appreciated by the local homeless people and junkies. Although I do remember one dude being disappointed one day because there weren’t any muffins in the bag :D

What’s DH?

Ok I hate the name too, but I do think I deserve a fucking prize for pushing a child out of my vagina. Just something gorgeous, to quote Edina Monsoon.

I’m 15 weeks and I just started showing a little bit, but not enough for people to actually be sure that I’m pregnant instead of just chubby. I’m noticing that I feel kind of vulnerable and embarassed wearing tight clothes, because it does seem to invite commentary. One friend keeps saying that she “doesn’t see…

Did the children survive?

It could fly too!

Really? I saw a baby crib at IKEA for like 45 euros, and it looked pretty good!

*blushes*

Oh well, yeah, that too. Those fur coats ain’t making themselves!

These models all look like they want to die.

An ex-boyfriend used to call me Cruella. I always assumed it was because of my impeccable fashion sense and smoking habit.

So little imagination. I wish they would go with some original animals. ‘the butterfly’? ‘the goldfish’? ‘the Irish setter’?

I thought Sammy Gravano was ‘The Bull’?

I would like to be buried in this look

LOVE LOVE LOVE Dries van Noten. I’ve been to his store in Antwerp and of course I couldn’t afford anything, but his fabrics and colors are always so beautiful. He’s the first designer I fell in love with, as a 17-year old fashion student ca 1999... back then he did these full sort of fifties skirts, blouses in…

That sounds GLORIOUS.

Last wedding I went to was dry, but I did not know this beforehand. After the ceremony they were passing out flutes with what I thought was champagne; it turned out to be some non-alcoholic imitation. My friend actually took a picture of me taking my second sip and realizing something was wrong. “Horrified and…

Oh my God no. no. no.

I don’t know about that. I’m in Europe and I remember sitting outside at a cafe with a friend, and we saw the obviously very pregnant woman next to us order a beer. My friend went all frowny and started whispering about how that wasn’t okay. I told her to stop whining and let the lady have her fucking beer in peace.