Wow, there seems to be something on your shoulder....

I'm one of those "we" that takes the original film waaaaaay too seriously; My introduction was from (in total seriousness) an ex-nun who taught my second grade music class. Watching the film that year was our homework, which my class dutifully did, and then the following Monday (it played on Sunday, Disney's…

While the pictures of Mr. Bloom with his son make my nonexistent womb quiver, I much prefer the following sentence from the text -

Funny Face, 1957 musical starring Audrey Hepburn, Fred Astaire and my personal face (and Eloise scribe) Kay Thompson.

I'm down

I like a dog that earns its keep, unlike mine, who won't even snuggle to keep me warm on cold, rainy nights. Beasts.

I support this in every way possible.

He might be a tool, but anyone who defies Beyonce is cool with me. SO. Over. Her.

I read this in its original form a little bit ago, my favorite bit o'advice was to soil yourself, because cops would rather let you go than clean your shit off the back seat.

Please, join the tea party, we don't like you anyway.

Ulysses.....of course you named your child Ulysses. I wish I could transport myself to the period where this kid's balls drop, because I bet his own personal brand of rebellion is going to be epic.

the fact that the dog barred his teeth and cowered away makes this kind of abuse-y. not into this dude, as this dude is a dick.

one big resounding meh

He had one interesting idea (with his mens collection) years ago, and then....fizzle. This collection looks like Hot Topic grew up, moved from the 'burbs to the big city and got a job as the door person at the hottest club in town...in 1991.

Lauren is hopefully twenty-four and without the life experience to realize just how awful she currently is. Years from now, when she's cracked open the second box of Franzia that one evening she'll have that life changing, paradigm shifting, facepalming moment of self-realization we all have had, and she will be all…

My first flirtation with higher learning was at an art school in SF (and to make it worse it was the '80s), where I had a lit course taught by a "man's man" who constantly reminded everyone just how butch he was be repeating that he REALLY lived in the Alaskan bush...yawn. Anyhoo, he hated me due to my habit of…

Is it just me or is the dude in the sixth picture down not The King of the North?

I don't know, I'm kind of already over the 90s vibe - oversized button-ups, sheer and otherwise, yet truncated to bare the midriff and tied...ugh - that he, along with so many others, is giving, and those floral appliques? Someone had fun at Michaels...

The knowledge that Perez Hilton is raising a child makes me want to become a hermit on a mountaintop.

Well, congrats!!!