'Dirty Girls'
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.
Rolling Stones wildman Keith Richards claims he snorted his own father's ashes during a drugs binge...
"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father," he said.
"He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared, he didn't give a s***.
"It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
That just doesn't make sense. I mean, I could see snorting Keith Richards' ashes, but....
Macy's seems to favor only sizes 4-6-8, which I guess means I won't bother browsing there. And I'm cursing H&M and Filene's Basement for not having any online catalogues. And why is everything black and white? Or $300 and looks like a nightshirt?
That reminds me, I need a shredder.
Happy birthday, Tom!
I was just informed that the journal that is currently eating me from my bottom is increasing its page budget this year by a whole issue's worth of papers. I'll be under my desk.
Macy's seems to favor only sizes 4-6-8, which I guess means I won't bother browsing there. And I'm cursing H&M and Filene's Basement for not having any online catalogues. And why is everything black and white? Or $300 and looks like a nightshirt?
I was shopping in Takashimaya this weekend and EVERYTHING was neutral colored. And sized 2. And HUNDREDS of dollars.
Pretty, though.
tommyrot - when we were sprikling my FIL's ashes the wind shifted and my nephew got a snort full. He likes to say he snorted Papa's big toe. Goof.
I was shopping in Takashimaya this weekend and EVERYTHING was neutral colored. And sized 2. And HUNDREDS of dollars.
I swear they coordinate trends to be completely unflattering to me whenever I actually need to purchase event clothing.
I swear they coordinate trends to be completely unflattering to me whenever I actually need to purchase event clothing.
My sistah! I'm looking for a dress to wear to my sister's wedding. That I'm in. And I've been told in no uncertain terms, "No black." Spring dresses and me are unmixy things.
Speaking of cremains, here's an artist who turns ashes of your loved ones into pencils. (The lead, anyway.)
My mom is psyched about your book, Allyson, as well as our being in it.
Ok,sign I watch too much crime TV:
The headline "Democrats seek interview with Gonzales aide" makes me picture a somewhat grizzled, Bolanderish donkey saying "Your man Fredo totally dimed you out."
And the aide's like 'That's some *bull*. I'm not going down behind his squeaky-voiced shit, man."
"Well, then, help us help you, there, bunky."