Jay McCarroll is God
Jay is the winner of Project Runway and I'm so happy. I love his techno bohemian style, it's awesome. Way to go Jay!
One of my favorites!
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Jay is the winner of Project Runway and I'm so happy. I love his techno bohemian style, it's awesome. Way to go Jay!
One of my favorites!
Recently I watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I like that movie, good actors. Hunter S. Thompson shot himself yesterday. Another writer who, I'm assuming suffered from depression.
I was always a William S. Burroughs girl myself speaking in terms of drug induced literature. I remember Burroughs reciting poems on the original SNL when I was a kid.
When will people learn that booze is a depressant? I don't know if thats what did Hunter in, I'm just guessing. If you are prone to depression, booze is the last thing you need. When I read that Hunter shied away from people I thought to myself, "oh no an isolator." Another symptom of depression, how sad.
Today I made a pilgrimage via King of Prussia Mall to Sephora's. I love Sephora's. High end cosmetics are my downfall. I literally could spend hundreds of dollars in that place. I fondly recall combing Sephora's in the Paris, New York and Miami locales. I've tried every product they carry. I want to work there truly I do, but I wouldn't make any money. Highlights from today’s trip were as follows....
♥ Aromessence Angelique Night Balm
★ Cheek color cream in Cha Cha
Skip It- I came across this box of shimmer by Jessica Simpson's Dessert line. The packaging is small, very slight. The shimmer is nothing special and not particularly fine granules. Benefit makes a much nicer body shimmer in more elegant packaging for a lot less.
Score It!- Nars Duo eyeshadow colors are light with incredible shimmer for spring. Smudge across the lids and let the natural sunlight set your eyes a sparkle. Lovely flattering shades.
I tee hee like a school girl whenever I think about the courthouse employees getting there palms greased as they manage to slip confidential documents to The Smoking Gun. If anyone knows another way TSG "obtains" these documents, please don't tell me. As a former office worker I prefer my little greased palm fantasy.
So Michael Jackson's witness list reads like the list at the door of Studio 54. I for one am dying to see a boozy Liza Minnelli stagger in the courtroom with dark shades and a fur coat, slurring her words with one hand on the Bible. How about Elizabeth Taylor? A shell of her former beauty, I can picture the nursing home attendant wheeling a bedazzled Liz into the courtroom as she defends the elfin MJ with her dying breath. It would be like something straight out of a Tennessee Williams play! Today the King of Pop was rushed to the hospital with the flu. (Funny, but I have been walking around for weeks with tubercular like symptoms and still I trudge to work). The judge is giving Michael ample time to feel better. When I was a kid we waited with baited breath, for the new fall season of TV shows. Right now thinking about this trial, I have those same pangs of excitement in my stomach.
The Old Gang in Happier Times at Studio 54
Melissa Etheridge, fresh off of chemo treatments for breast cancer kicked ass at the Grammy's with her voice and her bald head. Dammit that's right girl claim that moment it's yours. She is a true rocker. I'm so sick of the "standard" definition for beauty. Life changes our appearence changes our bodies change. Why jam yourself into some mold if that's not where you are? It's dull and unimaginative. I say take what you have and let shine. Inspire those around you to do the same. Perfection isn't real. Authentic beauty, whether that's fat, thin, straight hair or curly is where it's at man.
You are most like Phoebe! You are extremely loyal,
emotional, and quite mature for your age. You
are an aspiring young author, and quite a few
people love you for your innocence, and
optimistic outlook on life.
Which Catcher in the Rye Character do you think you are?
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Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the season of catchin' the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew -Biz Markie
I've been sick for weeks now. First the head cold then the croaking then the chest congestion. It's been a total drag sitting here hacking which resulted in watching repeats of the Ashlee Simpson Show, cancelling three separate hair appointments and backing out of dinner with friends! Finally after popping more pills than Kelly Osbourne, I seem to have found a cure. I got a vaporizer. I rubbed Vicks on my chest and let the steam fill the room. So far it seems to be helping.
A great rant by my friend Lisa....
I always battle nausea when watching overblown television events like the Superbowl. Of course I had to watch it this year - c\'mon, what else is an iggles fan gonna do - but I always find myself squirming when confronted by spectacles like singing celebrities backed by blind/deaf students and an all-military-services choir.
We like to think we \"support our troops,\" that we care about those who struggle with physical handicaps, and that the good ol\' USA is all about celebrating diversity. So when the \'Supe rolls around, we bring \'em all on stage together for a treacly, feel-good display designed to make the average beer-bloated fan get a little misty about what a great country this is.
But we sent those same troops the folks at Bud applauded as they walked through the airport halfway across the world with insufficient gear and little planning beyond the (still awaited) embrace of the \"liberated.\" And face it - those blind and deaf kids were downright scary-looking next to the plastic beauty we\'re used to seeing on the TV. Would we be embracing them if they were really in our living room?
I know, I know - I\'m a dyed-in-the-wool cynic. There is a side of us that really does care about the differently abled and the men and women risking their lives on foreign soil. (My fantasy: printing up thousands of yellow ribbon magnets with \"bring \'em home alive\" printed on them and secretly replacing every \"support our troops\" yellow ribbon magnet I see.) But when the marketers of America unite in a billion-dollar orgy and use actual military and handicapped people as window dressing, it really sticks in my craw. Am I the only one?
Thanks for letting me vent.
Lisa
In this world of neglect and disappointment the occasional shaft of sunlight revives the soul and warms the cockles of the heart. One such shaft you see above.
Meet Charlie
Charlie is the daughter of my favourite niece Sarah and this photographic piece of uplift was given to me by my Aunt Joan who came to visit me from her Australian home.
My Uncle and Aunt emigrated to fair Oz some 15 years ago taking their family, including Sarah, away from this sceptred isle to the convict colony (…you know I can almost feel Nicole sending me a international smack in the face….).
Unfortunately Sarah could not make the trip but it was wonderful talking to Joan about the old days and the new and in conversation she mentioned Fred the Fireman. Now I had not thought of Fred for many years but it was always a favourite joke between Sarah and me. It goes like this…
Knock. Knock.
Who’s There?
Fred.
Fred Who?
Fred the Fireman, come to put the fire out! (at which point you blow a raspberry ensuring the victim is, unless they duck for cover, covered in a fine spray of saliva. (Sarah WAS only five at the time and I was not much older, mentally that is…)
After a while the mere mention of the words Fred the Fireman had Sarah running around hands covering her face trying to find cover. But she always said say it again.
I had quite forgotten, but Fred lives on as Joan told me the favourite game Sarah plays with Charlie is…….yes indeed Fred the Fireman!
I can only deduce this photo was taken during the game!….. I think Charlie looks like the world happiest balloon.