I got the skivvies I’m currently wearing at a Halloween party. I just remembered this. Some dude was dressed up as a Gynecologist and he had panties stuffed into all the pockets of his lab coat. At the end of the night he came up to me and was all “Want these?” (holding a wad of black lace in front of my face). “They’re brand new and they look like your size.” So I looked at the tag and saw that they were indeed both brand new and my size. And I took them home, washed them (because ew) and 2 years later am still wearing them. Isn’t that a nice story? I like it when garments have a history. And if you’re honest with yourself, I think you do too.
Memorial Day Weekend was mayhem. I’m not going into it. I am going into the fact that you cannot catch a goddman taxi in this town past 2:00 AM. I’m starting a fucking cab service and making a mint. A mint, I tell you. Drunk bitches can ride on the back of my scooter. Bitches ride bitch. We all know this. When we were in
I can’t believe Sydney Pollack died. I just saw him in Michael Clayton and he looked fine! No pallor of death at all! I have no hope for my 70s. They seem like they’re going to be tumultuous years full of uncertainty as to whether or not I’m even going to wake up in the morning. And I better wake up. I’ll have giant hats that'll need sporting.
Speaking of Weezer, I just saw their new video yesterday (Pork and Beans or something) and I almost couldn’t sit through it due to the skeez ‘stache Rivers is sporting. I used to think he was geek hot too. These ‘staches are an infection and I will come up with the cure even if it means I have to purchase a flame thrower.
I have to go buy meat. Latas.
