I just finished my radiation therapy.
You know what this means.
HOOKERS AND BLOW, BABY.
Tara ,'Get It Done'
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 just finished my radiation therapy.
You know what this means.
HOOKERS AND BLOW, BABY.
Hurrah Perkins!
I had a senior project, but I think it was three-months, not six. Most people (including me) got internships and wrote a report on them.
HOOKERS AND BLOW, BABY.
WHAT AMY SAID!
Woo hoo, Perkins!!!!!
HOOKERS AND BLOW, BABY.
Good thing I am going to Vegas soon, huh?
AW YEAH, PERKINS!!!!!
Google's Earth Day logo is pretty cute.
I've known several different varieties of rich people. Phil and Jennifer are the high stakes gambler /movie star kind of rich, and that's fun to be around. It's weird to be around celebrity, but you do get amazing service and accomodation. That's one thing I noticed when Phil treated us to a weekend at the Bellagio. There were lots of rich people there but celebrities get the kind of fuss you can't just buy.
About 40% of the kids I went to college with at Kenyon had been boarding school preps, and most of those came from moneyed families. And that kind of money definitely wears their docksiders held together with duct tape, and their boxers hanging down below their shorts. It's that scene in Philadelphia Story where Tracey's aspiring fiance looks all wrong in his brand new riding duds and she stomps them into the dirt to make them look lived in.
Several of them had that thing in NY where the elevator opens right into their apartment. But I don't think I realized quite how well off many of them were at the time because I'd grown up in South Florida where working class families typically had four bedroom houses with pools. So their places didn't seem crazy opulent because I didn't factor in real estate values on Central Park West, or Fox Chapel in Pittsburgh.
Yay Perkins!
And good luck Theo; I hope they decide you're perfect for the job.
And more no-cancer-ma for Typo, and job-ma for Gud.
If I'm forgetting anyone, please take what 'ma you need.
Jesse, thanks for the reminder: of course summering on the Vinyard is still rich; and I'm rich, too: I own my own house (okay, the bank owns 2/3 of it), and get to travel and eat out.
And now I'm going to take my comfortably-well-off self out for a long walk with an antsy GSD, and then get my shaggy hair cut.
Yeah, Consuela, it's kind of funny because I have student loan debt that exceeds my annual income, but I feel like that's just another sign of being rich -- I was confident enough in my future earnings to take out the grad school loans.