Where ya from
You sexy thang?
*whew* Now that I've got that off my chest...
This here's one of them housecleaning posts. So sit back and enjoy the ride.
Ruh Roh, Raggy!
Yay, predator women! Keep it up, bitches. Y'all make "high maintenance" (whatever that means!) seem downright prim and demure, sort of quaint-like.
[I bring up "high maintenance" only because Hols just gave me a candle with a fragrance of the same name, for some reason. I think she must have been distracted and looked away as she was reaching for the "sweet little lamb" candle she meant to buy for me instead]
I'm waiting impatiently for my new Dame Agnes 'Vogs to arrive. Today marks twice this week the Brown Truck of Happiness™ has rolled smooth-the-hell on by my office with nary a nod in my direction. We are not amused.
Don't make me go harpy on your ass, UPS. You won't like me when I'm harpy.
We're asking the public for calm. Let's just see how this plays out. We are certain the boys in the brown shorts want to do the right thing. Tomorrow is another day.
DFW area cab driver Yaser Abdel Said apparently kilt his 17- and 18- year old daughters and left their bodies in his cab at the cab stand of a local hotel.
This guy is either going to do the sensible thing and off himself, or we are in for one helluva floor show as he tries to avoid being flame roasted here in the land of capital punishment. Either way, he's so toast. I'm expecting some immaculately effed up explanation as to why he thought his daughters needed to die - prolly something like them acting like Western hos. In any case, you've got to wonder about the self-loathing of a person who could kill their own children. Execution in this case is a mercy killing, if you axe me.
I've pretty much not been watching tv in recent months, save the occasional Project Runway episodes. I have to say Gillian with her 70s denim and rainbow-stripe-suspender obsession is really working my nerves. Then there's the issue of her namby-pamby voice, all mushy, wimpy and reeking of that sappy-fake femininity that is the earmark of a pain-in-the-ass passive-agressive bitch. Victorya is wearing, as well.
Breda - I'm rocking out my Ruby Pumps nail polish. Thanks for the recommendation. They all glittery up in dat shit. I'm rolling to the sonorous tones of the funk hits of the 70s. That's what I'm saying. And when I look at my nails through my polarized sunglasses, I'm feeling very not-in-Kansas anymore. Now I need to get a job where I can just sit around and admire my own manicure all day every day. Visions of red-glitter-vinyl diner booths are dancing in my head. *bliss*
Tell me something good...
Tell me that you love me.