I want a house, and lots of money to fix it up.
I want Betsy's husband to come cook me dinner.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I want a house, and lots of money to fix it up.
I want Betsy's husband to come cook me dinner.
I want more bluefin tuna and red snapper sushi from last night.
That's the thing, they've totally missed that the isssue is why is a fake reporter in the White House Press and getting asked questions. That he is a gay prostitute isn't the real story, that part just makes it funny.
Exactly. And why was he there on a day pass day after day for two years, when everyone else needed to get a permanent pass. And why was he at a press conference a full month before the publication he wrote for launched.
The mind, she reels.
And why he knew about "shock and awe" four hours before any other reporter.
Aimee, you should get that dress. Now. And many more just like it.
Jilli, order the CD. Also, maybe recommend music for me? I need to break out of my electronica rut.
Jilli, order the CD. Also, maybe recommend music for me? I need to break out of my electronica rut.
Placebo? [link] I mean, I know they're my default recommendation, but they're good. Plus, pretty lead singer!
HIM is all sorts of silly and fun, in that bombastic rock n' roll, all our songs are about love and death way, and again, pretty pretty boy lead singer. [link]
Exactly. And why was he there on a day pass day after day for two years, when everyone else needed to get a permanent pass. And why was he at a press conference a full month before the publication he wrote for launched.
And why he was able to do this when it took Maureen Dowd -- who, regardless of what you think of her, had been working for a major daily newspaper for quite some time -- months to get her pass renewed in 2001.
I want a Steak Diane. My husband made one for me last night and it was yummy.
My dad took me out for supper last Sunday (after we saw Million Dollar Baby), and he ended up with the Steak Diane special while I had the Sea Bass special. Both were yummy, but I think I liked his steak better than my fish. It was on top of garlic mashed potatoes, too (my favorite).
Obviously, my inner 16-year old has control of the iPod right now. Everything I want to listen to is sung by a pretty man in eyeliner, has loud guitars, and is mostly about how the pretty man in eyeliner loves me SO MUCH that he would die for me, or my indifference to his love is tormenting him. If this keeps up, there is a danger of me curling up in a corner and writing bad poetry about vampires and/or how NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!1!