A Pulitzer doesn't pay the bills forever I guess.
On the other hand, taking pictures of a weeping debutante leaving court has to be a lot less dangerous than running around where napalm is falling from the sky....
The sad part is that I bet he made a ton more cash for the pictures of Paris than he did from the stunning Pulitzer prize winning photo.
I love my neighborhood: even the guy doing tastings in the local wine store was selling on price vs. Manhattan as much as on flavor. "In Manhattan, they're selling this for like twelve bucks! Here, they've got it for seven!"
thanks Jesse!
I've been fighting with my on-line shyness, and a desire to win (free clothes!) My lust for pretty clothes (and shoes!) has won out.
Go you!
I'm here all night, so I'm just going to keep posting... I'm watching Eddie Izzard on The Daily Show, and why does everyone here always call him Izzerd?? It's an a! Listen to him say it! He says the a!
I was catching up slowly, and then I had to email around that heinous link, and...
I'm here, okay, and have forgotten most of what I've read that didn't have Jack Carter hotter than Nathan Petrelli and Sawyer and John Winchester and Luka fucking Kovac.
No offense, love! I just haven't seen you willing to kill for your little Zoe yet. Or really kill period.
Okay, now I'm plum tuckered out (or is that "plumb") and may need to eat more Milanos while watching TiVo. Or something.
Abby! Cool as shit.