RIP, Poppa Pill. We are less populated and better educated because of you.

Seattle circa 94. After hours loft party w/ a disheveled woman crouched in the bath sucking on her fingers. Offered her ice. Chrissie Hynde.

I'm so happy and proud (cuz I bask like a cat in the sun of your cast) you suggested this.

Donatella isn't a natural orange?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You outed yourself because 20 secs—obs now, woman!

Quinn's worth a small car and a kidney. Love him!

<33333 Quinn

90 days is a a slow small start.

For you, julienne.

Pony up, Jezzies! $10 is a week maker.

Pony up, Jezzies!

So demonstrative....so *yawn*..... très français

Why choose? I'll take this and that.

Secondhand and verified tale— a black BMW in the parking lot with "adulteress" engraved in the hood.

You are a bad yoga mamma jamma. Don't let those pretty boys intimidate you! You can slither over in cobra and make them line up. Use your tools, Darlink. Use your tools.

So dish——does Jake smell like a load of slightly mildewy laundry? That's my take from tabloid pics.

.."but it's gold-plated brass and the love you receive from whomever you gift it to is priceless."

Happiness!

Why stop there? Lilith Hekate. Set her up for world domination.

*Jaxon