gotta hand it to...

don't know better a.k.a. the blognipotent aparnatronicles of narnia (mastress of the plural huggalug ) for serving up DEES tasty slice of hystericamisu...

PR-eport: fuggedaboutit edition

Not tryin' to brog*, but the desperate race to cure Alzheimer's Disease got a little more adorable today...

*brag+blog**

**toying also with "blag"

h2no

I'm experiencing an a-typical run of happiness this week. On a one to ten scale, kicking it steadily around 7/8, with just one caveat: can't be be happy and hydrated at the same time. Coffee diet orange soda diet root beer coffee diet orange soda. Don’t get me wrong. Water is amazing -- a wonder. A blessing in every bottle . Love the stuff. Just don’t want to drink it.

Trying to remember why it's great, hoping this will inspire me to want to put it in my mouth again. Thinking 'bout how it cleans me (and my fruits and vegetables,etc), rinses the nasty night out of my mouth, how it's all up in the lubricating lotions and potions I soften my skin with every day. It's everywhere all over the place being awesome. Making shit happen. All day every day. So just drink up. Make a go of it. Put it in yer face. Uh uh. Won’t. Can’t. The answer is no.

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Diggin' this oppy-eddy today -- get to the end and (no big) surprise! Obvi I am, cuz it's by Dudester in Chief at Da Week .

i'm the chillax and I speak for the heebs

We celebrated "Santa Claus" in my family until I ruined it. Mom says the rule was we'd celebrate "Santa" and "The Easter Bunny" until the youngest child -- this guy -- was old enough to realize they were big fakes. Someone shoulda told me. I would have ridden it out a lottle longer. Like forever.

I'll say it. I'm jealous of your tree and your stockings and your lights and your prezzies . And your goose . And all that chocolate. I wanna celebrate The Christmas. I'm obviously aware of our similarly-timed holiday; I realize you feel better about yourself when you point this out but dewd. CAMMAN. It's not the same. You know it and I know it -- Chanukah blows and Christmas is FUNmazing. Chakakhanukka can't hold a proverbial candle (or eight --geddit) to your enchanted explosion of Christ-y joy. It's no contest. Picture some apples. Then picture a rocking chair. It's like comparing those.

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Got bonked with anticipatory annoyance today on my Orange Sunny run. I'm going to get at least one mass holiday text* tomorrow ("Merry Christmas everyone in my cell phone"). And there's nothing I can do about it.

*or four

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Holiday shmelousy aside, I'm having a GREAT day. Super long chillaxing adventure walk in the morning chased with a preposterously cheerful Americano, and reading, under a GORE JUSS sunshiny sky. The temp is perfectly crispy. So. Much. Cleaning. Happened. Here. Wudda day. My stu-stu-studio's generous corner window is framing these iridescent ploofs of lavendar right now. Oh and twenty four hours ago I thought today was a work day. Yup. Totally planning on going into the office. Silly leetle jew.

Around this time of year I'm forever questioning, "Wait, when is Christmas exactly this year (like it changes)? What's the date?" Pathetic. The actual dates of Christmas Eve and Christmas get all oily for some reason -- in my mind they fall somewhere in the range of the twenty first-ish through the twenty sixth-ish. Suppose I could memorize them, but secretly enjoy the annual guessing game -- an essential ingredient for keeping the holitimes funky fresh.

elf actualization

Happy Holidays from me and mine to you and yours

spirit fingers!! (and a pony)

"Everything -- even the problem itself -- is helping you to find a solution."

Hey so also maybe trot over to this website (abrahamhyperlinkin.org right now=me) for kewl designs and soothing aminal faces. That's right I said aminal. Deal wiz it. They've got owlies, fowlies, foxies and (obvi) poni-ies gah lore (also free shipping), if you're into those kinds of things, which (obvi) I am.

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The origonal idea behind "spirit fingers!!" being more or less a spiritual check-in, it's perhaps worth noting the precision with which this post registers my current spiritual temperature.

Split screen. One side an open hand graspy for wisdom or relief or gawd willing please both. For what else? Peace and fucking quiet. Other side a sticky hand, all petulant and grabby. For what? Stuff? Baby animals. Balm. Something slash anything new. But from the outside. Hence the grabbing.

Beeg questions today.

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Hilly: "Let's try to figure out who in Hollywood has AIDS."

A beat.

Smitty: "Do you think Johnny Depp has AIDS?"

queasy with love (steve martin edition)

"Despite a lack of natural ability, I did have the one element necessary to all early creativity: naiveté. That fabulous quality that keeps you from knowing just how unsuited you are for what you are about to do."

"Through the years I've learned there is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration."

"Comedy is a distortion of what is happening, and there will always be something happening."

-Steve Martin, Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life

(Loving. This. Book.)

Whet your parched palettes with dees refreshing round of Steve Martinis...

----> First chapter (NYT excerpt)

----> Men's Vogue review

----> Morning Edition interview

----> Entertainment Weekly review


Campy fav from the vault...



SNL monologue from 02/26/77...



"One can have, as it turns out, an affection for the war years."

dc is doing dees!!

No I'm not crying, dick. I'm watching Will E. Robo . Oh and I'm cutting an onion...


LADEEZ TAKE CARE OF YOUR FEET!!!

IT'S 2007!!

KEEP THIS SHIT REAL!!!

like, love, loath...

Like: Peppermint

Love: Bubblemint

Loath: Spearmint

what i did to the dog, part three

fail to plan, plan to flail

Concepts I'm struggling with today:


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making plans
keeping plans
returning phone calls
holding the elevator
giant bugs
allison the intern's vacation
hydration

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the poon in the sky keeps on turning

Com 2 DEES show plz kthx!



also cuz i'm innit.

two eight today

It's my birthday and I gotta be honest -- not a lot's gettin' done work-wise...

Lunched for a too-long time at DC Coast with The Boss and The Ex-Coworker; Newt Gingrich was spotted enthusiastically (The Boss: "Hell-OH, Mr. Speaker [flirty blink-blink]").

Allison The Intern surprised me with an adorable desk-poster-card and we've listened to AIWFCIU nine (let's be honest, so far) times.

Thanks shleefunk era for the precious suggestions...

What's making me the happiest today is:

*Googly-imaging Miss Piggy, star of my first birthday party, first birthday cake, and whose soft, smooth, pink plastic snout comforted my tiny lips for I don't even know how many years? Too many years.

*Napoleonically dictating that Allison "play me songs!" Songs I think she won't be able to find! Like Someday! By Mariah Carey!

*Wishing mom a Happy Birthday. It's her day too.


ALRIGHT STOP: PIGGY TIME.

sad but inspiring...

Thank you for your service , fwend.

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

You will be dearly and wildly missed.

snow yes

Tanya snowin' me some love today...


"It is snowing here. I mean like snowing. Earlier it was big fat flurries that made cartwheels all the way down. The chubby-kid cartwheels were replaced and the new team of flakes are of the more efficient, fast runner type with the small, compact bodies made for fast travel. Oh yes."

all i want for christmas is jew

From the Dept. of Shameless Fwend-Promotion: jingle your bells over to this essay from WaPo's Sunday Style & Arts section while enjewing this delicious jammy-bean ...

spirit fingers, colbert sorbet (limited) edition

"Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. "Yes" is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes."

and a refreshing laughter dinner mint under dees photo over here...

rejuice and sing!

Joy to the world the interns come!
She's brought me Diet Sunkist;
Let every sip prepare me with,
The strength to dance and sing,
The strength to dance and sing,
And heaven, and heaven, and nature sing...

[In other words -- thanks Allison, who embodies her surname: Kind]

letters to boys, part two

Letter taped into my diario beneath the entry dated 3-1-1990

To Jason

I wrote this to you when we where in the 5th grade I hope when you are at my house someday I hope soon and were better friends I will show it to you. If you find it some how without me and we are not good friends just disregard anything that has been said.

Thank for your trouble

See ya' soon

bye!!

circulatory spelling bee

Sew left foot -- really? You wuz just WAYYY more sleepy than we anticipated 'pon standing.

Like we thought you wuz...

When rully you wuz...

But HO MY are we glad you wuzznt...

take a walk on the genocide

Thoughts of genocide on my walk to work this morning. Not about genocide-genocide, but about zhee word itself, which is beautiful. Here are some other beautiful words for not so terrible things.

And a list inspired by a list...

Words I'd dew:

Esoteric
Cadence
Opaque
Catharsis
Pluvial
Sprinkle (!)

what i did to the dog, part two

spirit fingers!!

"Freedom is the ability to have or not have what you want without it closing your heart"

anatomy of a procrasty nation

Accidentally misjudged time in the opposite direction today -- a confused snooze-button episode gifted me several extra minutes and no good excuse not to leave the apartment at 8:35. Noples.

Literal coat is on, literal keys are in hand. But. Then. There's...refrigerator-magnet staring? Lip-syncing? Writing about it?For what good reason?

Every day I leave this apartment at 9:09-ish -- far beyond the desired (by my employer) arrival time. There's no excuse. No traffic jams or public transportation struggles. The walk takes approximately thirteen minutes. The flagrant coffee stop pushes things back a bit but seriously (self) -- CAMMAN.

Phew. 9:09 -- time to go!

what i did to the dog, part one

"Justin on Charlie's Bed"

1991

aspartaming the shrew

Number of Diet Orange Sunkists consumed (let's be honest, so far) today:

(sib)lovin'

Emo and Estee in 2007... Joshie and me in 1982

mixie moes

Responses to the following email
sent to friends 11/15/07






Subject: say someone makes you a mix of carefully selected music songs...

and you really like it and you're into the songs but maybe you're not comfortable talking about music like some people are so then how do you respond to them so they know you like it a lot?

aparna : you say "you are a gem in a world of coal mines"

karin: tell him you like it.

james: I think you just did. If they aren't satisfied you're happy that would be their issue. Besides I am sure you can roll with whatever they say and have it be fluid and beautiful

shlee: Just tell them exactly what you told me - totally love the songs, the presentation is adorable, and if they start talking to you more about the music, just nod your head and say "yeah" - i think if you don't engage in conversation when they go into detail, then they'll get the picture - or if they are nice, they'll explain to you what they are talking about.

daniel:

I just thought of a good way of responding so that he knows you like it. a lot.

how about sleeping with him?

tanya: You say thank you and you give a few sincere reasons why. "Wow. I loved the mix. I haven't been given a mix in so long and the ones you chose made me feel X. [insert other reasons why you loved, doesn't have to showcase your meager knowledge / philosophical musical musing]. Thank you."

char: who's not comfortable talking about music? don't we talk about music all the time?

spirit fingers!!

"People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them"

-Ralph WE

brand new jam: oct/nov 2007

Pilot G-2 Mini Pens
Course Salt
Peter Pauper Press Dogtown Journal ("let the whimsical and waggish dogs adorning this journal cover inspire you to fill these pages with wise and witty wonderings")
Decaf Americanos
The Big Book
Yellow Squash
P-Ho
Making The Bed
Photos of Emo and Estee
Capitalizing
Honey Crisp Apples
Hand-Sewing aka Mending
Moving to New York
Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash
www.goodnewsblog.com
Freeman Massive Moisture 3 Minute Conditioner
"Outstanding"
Black Cable Knit Leggings
Cold Laminating

TITTY'S TWO EIGHT: The Birthday Potpourri Program Project Edition, A Tribute

i love you tittles.

sleepy in seattle

Shots captured inside favorite day of foray into pacific standard time...

niecehilism

Esther: Hilly do you love anybody?
Me: Yes
E: Do you love Joshie?
H: Yes
E: Do you love Hilly?
H: Yes
E: Hilly do you love anybody your age?
H: Yes...Estee, do you love anybody?
E: Hilly do you love anybody who's your age?
H: Who's my age?
E: Yesss
H: Yes...Estee, who do you love?
E: Umm...nussing
H: Nothing?
E: Nussing

letters to boys, part one

Taped into my diary beneath the entry dated 3-16-1989

Dear Rob,

I really like you infact I love you. It's really ironic that the song thats playing right now is I'll be loving your forever, wate the next song is I'll be there for you, will you? I shore hope so Whell have a great summer !? hope i see you

love hilly.

train-ing pants

Mother Seated Behind Me on Metro to Child Seated Behind Me on Metro (who is succumbing to stentorian fits of laughter or tears or tuberculosis):

"JUSS ACK RIGHT"

a halloween me-peat? (spooky!)

Me, myself 1985

Estee, my niece 2007

spirit fingers!!

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
that word is love." -Sophocles

sigh me to the moon

Have you ever had a friend who you love, but aren't good at staying in touch with? And they email you and then call you and ask you if they've done something wrong (they haven't, you're just busy and overwhelmed with your life). How do you handle that? My sister replies "Just be honest!" What a complete cop out. "I've been really busy" wreaks of self-importance. There's an art to being honest without being repulsive. I can't paint it or sculpt it or take its picture or dance it . I'll hiccup some lame and hurtful apology-excuse that inevitably ends in "does that make sense?" I'm not a bad friend or a bad person, and my truth isn't lame, it's beautiful. It just sounds lame rattling around in my noodle. Balls. I fantasize about surviving a day without feeling like I've left a sticky, snaily trail of disappointment behind.

Bleh.Blah.Blop.

why i love the week: reason 3027

If you don't read The Week, we have have nothing to talk about. Here's a shiny diamonique from the latest issue (October 26, 2007) of the best magazine in the world.

* * *

Good week for: Oscar Wilde, who has been voted the wittiest man in British History. The Irish born playwright, whose famous last words were, "Either these curtains go or I do," narrowly beat out comedian Spike Milligan, whose gravestone is inscribed with the epitaph, "I told you I was ill."

* * *
Aunt Sheila, yet again you've altered the course of my life dramatically with your fabulousness . I love you like the Hispanic community loves tropical colors.


*Wade Robson thank you blessing bow*

getting tipsy

Thanks WTOP for directing me to Pop Science's The Future of Food farticle. Yummy story includes neat slideshow with tips like how to chop an onion without losing it.

WADE!! I WANNA LIVE FOREVER!!

Get ready to Michael Jackson scream into the ether. My precious lil' tit informed me that newly namasted Wade Robson was nominated for an Emmy for this SYTYCD masterpizza:





but lost out to Mia Michaels for DEES.

Okay, fine. Fair enough. Kind of. Mia is a JEANYUZ. But no nomination for DEES ? Shame on you Emmy. This spellbinding gem is as steadfastly thrilling as it is entertaining. No, that's not a bunt cake. That's a straight up Monnies sweep you're smellin.'

*Awards show dedicated entirely to montages**
**Existing exclusively in my imagination.

what does anderson cooper call nuts on his plump?

Made of peanut butter, powdered milk, powdered sugar and enriched with vitamins and minerals? DAYUM. When does the next flight to Niger leave?! But srsly, malnutrition is no laughing matter. Watch Anderson Cooper go nuts in this mouth-watering new report about a tasty treat that also saves lives.

brokedown malice

Everything in my apartment is broken. Am I zhee Black Widow of electroniques?

Refrigerator: terminal gurgling and heaving of Satan's breath

Freezer in mini-fridge: ice-bald

DVD player: nonsensical error message

TV/VCR: unrequited love affair with tiny necessary wire

Oven: flammabully

Cell phone: scotch taped together

ipod: long dead battery

ipod mini: pathologically scrolls through own playlist

ipod nano: fatally uneven sound distribution

Gameboy: on any given day I possess only two double A batteries, so while not technically broken, it can never quite successfully wrest them from my vibrator.

spirit fingers!!

"If you're an apple, you can be the best apple you can be, but you can never be an orange."

out boxed

A nearly random selection from today's work outbox...

okay. back very soon with details.

HAH!!!!

these fires. ugh. AWFUL.

You got it!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

HAHAHAHAH
The i-phone!!

hahahah. COMPLETELY AGREE.
she's a mess.

danke

tHANKS!!

Great, thanks!!

politicold war (i spy!)

Spotted earlier this week (Wednesday): Martin Scorsese. Whatever you do, don't scream out his name. He doesn't seem to like it. A spy for Politico's Chris Frates bares all: "Yes, he was in town for the Italian-American gala, which was over the weekend."

He was with a mystery blonde. Spotted in the lobby of the Four Seasons, walking with purpose into the sunny Georgetown afternoon.

My friend actually chirped "Scorsese!" Alarmed, he turned around and gave a confused wave, which turned quickly into a "shoo." Luckily, my friend was too blissed out, or "Scorcehazy," to detect what my imagination registered as Marty's thinly veiled contempt for us D.C. plebes."

Source: Scorcehazy

intern abuse documented

-----Original Message-----

From: Allison XXXX
Sent: Thursday, October 11, 2007 5:12 PM
To: XXXX
Subject: Allison's October 11 Update

Hi Everyone! Here is my 10/11/07 update!
Today was a great day! I called a bunch of contacts for Quail Ridge, talked to some but unfortunately I didn't get through to most. I then made confirmations for Thrive After Divorce and got those off to Amy. Lastly, I made an update sheet for my progress on Thrive After Divorce to keep up as I make calls and send more emails. I called the list of contacts that I had sent an email to on Tuesday but not one contact picked up or was in their office so I'll try again tomorrow or Tuesday. Also, I went on a hunt earlier for Diet Orange Sunkist and while I couldn't find any in all of DC I actually saw George Stephanopoulos! IT WAS SO COOL! Just wanted to let you know. According to Hillary it's good luck so thats great because I have a test tomorrow so I need all the luck I can get! My parents are coming in town tomorrow for parents weekend at GW so I'm very excited to see them! Well, I hope everyone has a great night! See you tomorrow!
-Allison-

spirit fingers!!

"Yesterday has gone. Tomorrow may never come. There is only the miracle of this moment. Savor it. It is a gift."

- Marie Stilkind

the lesson

Oh baby baby
it's a wild world

it's hard to get by just upon a smile

Photos courtesy of: my sister

spirit fingers!!

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

-John Ruskin

not so safeway

Emotional molester in front of me at Safeway: What's your problem?
Me: Are you serious?
EMIFOMAS: I think. I am.
Me: I don't have a problem.
EMIFOMAS: I Think. That's. In. The eye. Of. The. Beholder.


Thanks EMIFOMAS! Your seething disgust (at 10:30 PM on a Wednesday) was JUST what I needed! Now I feel so awesome about myself (and other people!) and I'm totally ready to wind down for the night!

Well played, EMIFOMAS.

Well. Played.

1984

1 When Doves Cry
2 What's Love Got To Do With It
3 Karma Chameleon
4 Hello
5 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)
6 Owner Of A Lonely Heart
7 Jump
8 Footloose
9 Out Of Touch
10 Time After Time
11 Ghostbusters
12 I Just Called To Say I Love You
13 Dancing In The Dark
14 Caribbean Queen (No More Love On The Run)
15 Missing You
16 Let's Hear It For The Boy
17 I Feel For You
18 Hold Me Now
19 Let's Go Crazy
20 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
21 The Wild Boys
22 The Reflex
23 Here Comes The Rain Again
24 Girls Just Want To Have Fun
25 Drive
26 She Bop
27 Talking In Your Sleep
28 Somebody's Watching Me
29 Joanna
30 Better Be Good To Me
31 I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues
32 Purple Rain
33 Stuck On You
34 Jump (For My Love)
35 Self Control
36 Hard Habit To Break
37 Running With The Night
38 Twist Of Fate
39 99 Luftballons
40 That's All
41 Oh, Sherrie
42 Union Of The Snake
43 Break My Stride
44 Eyes Without A Face
45 I Can Dream About You
46 Thriller
47 Automatic
48 Sea Of Love
49 Cool It Now
50 The Glamorous Life

EQUINOX would like to be added as one of your friends!

The Fall Is Upon Us
Insight into The Equinox




Why in Autumn do we want to match the animals in nature and hibernate? The energy on the planet changes. In the Autumn this energy is drawn down into the Earth. Outwardly, the leaves are drawn off the trees. Inwardly, we experience feeling drained. But the good news is that the energy that is draining is most likely not our own anyway. We took on someone's energy (thoughts, emotions) and obligingly, or in most cases, ignorantly carried it around, until the fall season draws our attention back to ourselves where we experience a change in energy within and around us. That is one of the purposes of the seasons, to be different from all the others so that we notice changes we might not have if everything stayed the same. Each season prompts us to reflect (go inward). It makes us pause to review our lives.

spirit fingers!!

"Only a mediocre writer is always at his best"
- W. Sommerset Maughan

it's 3:24 PM ET

and I updated myspace mood from "silly" back to "anxious"

it's 12:19 PM ET

and ummm

REALLY??

it's 10:09 AM ET

and here's what I've done at work so far today:

--turned on desk fan
--plugged in desk lamp
--ate two hard-boiled eggs and yes, one yam
--drank large coffee
--relocated tape dispenser from left side to right side of desk
--viewed micheal mcdonald "sweet freedom" music video 5 times
--updated myspace mood from "anxious" to silly"
--read parny blog
--read benswick blog
--emailed karin
--blogged

the light of tomorrow is right where we are

me:

char: wow.
are we going to look back on the time we're in right now and feel this way? if so i don't think i can bear it.
me: HAHAHAHAHA
*sob*
char: i mean think about it--on some very deep level, this is the single most depressing thing it is possible to conceive of.
it is our one true conscious experience of predestination, of moving consciously, and inevitably, towards doom.
THERE IS NO WAY OUT
why do we even get up in the morning?
why do we put on clothes at all?
me: i don't know, it doesn't make sense when you think about it
and I DON'T EVER WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT AGAIN.
but i can't stop.
this helps :



stronger. better. faster. stronger.
we shall overcome.
char: yeah
"I'll do anything for a blond dyke"?
seems like a misallocation of resources.
though pretty girls on horns and strings does seem
like the kind of thing that might still be awesome in 20 years.
so there's that.

this one's dedicated to the one I love...me!

Life is a race and I know I can win it,
'Cause I'm learnin' the rules of the game.
If I can stay on the ball, take it minute by minute,
I just might make the hall of fame.
What can I say?
I'm doin' it the best I can,
Leanin' on nobody but me.
Oh, seein' it from where I stand,
Nothin' comes easy.
(Nothin' comes easy.)
Oh, I'm always bringin' home second places,
At the end of every one of my daisies,
To a house filled with all of their faces,
That keeps me doin' it the best I can.
Yeah, I'm doin' it the best I can.
I'll keep on doin' it the best I can.
(Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo.)

just a fool to believe

"you're a professional lieologist!"

A lie is type of deception in the form of an untruthful statement with the intention to deceive, often with the further intention to maintain a secret or reputation, or to avoid punishment. To lie is to state something one knows is false with the intention that it be taken for the truth by someone else. A liar is a person who is lying, who has lied, or who lies repeatedly.

Lying is typically used to refer to deceptions in oral or written communication. Other forms of deception, such as disguises or forgeries, are generally not considered lies, though the underlying intent may be the same; however, even a true statement can be considered a lie if the person making that statement is doing so to deceive. In this situation, it is the intent of being untruthful rather than the truthfulness of the statement itself that is considered.

Thanks Wikipedia.

spirit fingers!!

"The only real freedom a human being can ever know is doing what you ought to do because you want to do it"

calling all shots

A: bibby's calling shots!
me: "hello, shots. it's bibby."
"howahhhhhh yah?"
A: "long tam no tork"
me: hahaha
A: "yesh. daz why ah call yu"
put shots on speed dial
at #1
me: hahaha
promote shots to top #1 myspace friend
A: hahah
makes shots slots 1-8
actually
me: HAHAHA
cause it's all of them
A: yesh

hollywoody: mko edition

Why Mary-Kate Olsen won't smile

*Courtesy of ShleeNN.com

Story Highlights

-Mary-Kate Olsen doesn't want to give paparazzi the pleasure
-Olsen covers face when she sees photographers -- unless she's on red carpet
-Olsen: "I don't need to be on a" snarky tabloid/gossip magazine list

spirit fingers!!

"Keep it simple, not clever." - Phil Collins (linkypoo!)

shallow hallary

me: your friend is nice
J: hahah
me: shit
i have to go now
but wait!
is he ugly?
not that it matters
just
curious
but really i have to leave
i'm meeting a friend for coffee
and i'm always late
but wait
it's cool
srsly
if he's ugly
but he seems nice
on the telly phone
or whatever
it's stupid
nevermind
BYE
i really have to go
STOP TYING ME UP
I CAN'T TALK

spirit fingers!!

"Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation"

-Thomas de Qunicey

cookie puss it good

Aparna p-pusses it REAL GOOD
at her 25th BIRFDAY (itza link!) piddy







Dis puss ain't for everybody









Only the sexy people















Get up on this!

Hey! Ow!




Puss it good!

Puss it p-puss it


real good

















Ah, puss it
















Now puss it