In this week's EW, Rosario Dawson mentions how she's afraid to go to dinner with Bowie even though she's friends with Imam because she's "just that retarded over him".
Made me like her.
'Selfless'
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In this week's EW, Rosario Dawson mentions how she's afraid to go to dinner with Bowie even though she's friends with Imam because she's "just that retarded over him".
Made me like her.
I'm pretty sure I'm the only person here who's ever been romantically involved with Bowie, fleeting though it was, so you can all step off.
Pffft.
You don't exist, therefore your relationship with him is just as imaginary as you are.
suddenly wants to stand very close to T!C
I wonder if the spontaneous combustion problem was worked out ...
Not in this weather, it wasn't.
Ailleen, I was lying my pants off.
Aimee, I was telling the truth.
I just booked me a trip on de train. Sadly, the price went up $8.00 during the transaction, but oh well: Happily, on 7/26, I'll be in Denver and all the Nicole will belong to me. Me me me! Envy me! Bwah-haw-haw.
That's the "real" original Nicole we're used to seeing around here. That other one, cute as she may be, must forever be known as JZ's Gothy Cousin. Or my tiny brain, she will be confused and wondering why Nicole's in town and playing dress-up without letting me know.
Are there any pictures of JZ's Gothy Cousin Nicole in her MJ drag?
Also, I could use some money~ma and maybe a quick prayer that I'll make it to the gas station without running out of gas. There really isn't one close to here and I'm a bit worried about not quite making it.
Note to self: The David Bowie love is strong in Bitches. Mere mention of the song from Labyrinth and everyone passes out, unable to post, because of the love and longing for this great man in music. While everyone is passed out on the floor, I shall run off with him, spike his hair, put him in a skirt, and share metallic green eyeliner with him. MINE MINE MINE!!!
Oh, no. Jilli is possibly the only person I will concede Teh Bowie to, but HELLS NO. MINE. Do not fuck with the hungover-from-whiskey woman's toy.
FYI, the trailer for The Prestige shows that age is catching up with Mr. Bowie. IJS.