Truer words.
Good lord, I hope this really was a first grader. And not a Thomas Kinkade relative.
Truer words.
Good lord, I hope this really was a first grader. And not a Thomas Kinkade relative.

Natalia Vodianova by François-Marie Banier for Diane Von Furstenberg 2008
Just like this.
“Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.” - David Foster Wallace
David Foster Wallace would have turned 50 today.
Take a moment, look around.
*sigh*
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Cufflinks
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At first I thought these were earrings and said YES I LOVE! But then I realized they were cufflinks and then, bolt of lightning: Cufflink earrings! Someone get on this. No need to give me credit for the idea, just give me these. As earrings.
I don’t think you want someone as the candidate for president who pays more taxes than he owes.
Not sure how I missed Mitt Romney saying this in last night’s debate, but who wouldn’t want someone who ruthlessly takes advantage of the system to get over on the American government as the person to lead the American government, right?
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I also haven’t seen much about how Romney’s tax situatio completely undermines the Republican bullshit about “job creators” and rich people putting their money to work for the benefit of the rest of the slack-jawed assholes who are too stupid to make $20 mil / year. Romney’s money was apparently sitting in Switzerland and the Caymans. It’s not simply that it wasn’t being put to use to “create jobs” or benefit the country — the tax dodge was actually a careful effort to keep money out of the system he now wants to lead.
I’ll concede some accountants and tax lawyers made some money.
My least favorite people (at this second) are people who feel Obama “let them down” or “didn’t deliver on his promise.” Guys, “HOPE” was a one syllable slogan, a logo even, to get a corporate backed, big D Democrat elected in a cash contest. People like you are THE SAME THING as the “undecided”…
PERFECT
Siri raps along to Biggie’s “Hypnotize,” courtesy of The Strut. In other news: I love you, the Internet.
Because, yes.
My hair looks like shit right now because I am afraid to call my hairstylist’s salon because I had to cancel a spendy appointment (cut + color) with her a few weeks ago when my kid got sick about an hour before I was supposed to be there. I talked to the receptionist, who was an utter bitch about the whole thing. But I really like the way my hair lady does my hair and if she tells me she won’t take me, or won’t take me unless I pay for the cancelled appointment plus the rescheduled appointment, then I’ll be mad + feel like shit + need to find a new hair person. Which sucks and is no easy task. So instead I sit here, hair growing, not calling.
The real problem is that I’m pretty much terrified of the phone.

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