these days of leiderhosen

Beloved Scott leaves lots of funny voice mails. After a bad day, it's even better than flowers or footrubs. arrived on the scene a full ten years after Madame L., later effectively duplicating and then reworking the bar for rebellious adolescence. has orange hair, glasses, and freckles (Remember Scooter the Muppet? He looks like that, particularly as a kid.) lives too far away. seems to forget I was ever younger than he is now. finds himself very, very funny which is true most of the time. always knows the right punchline to running gags that span decades. was always my favorite plaything and favorite date. has proven he looks better in a dress than I do. knits like a goddamn superstar. He is currently designing an armadillo. carries a handkerchief which is clean... until it's snot. Hah. is sweet enough to ask me to coach him on Best Man speeches and then delivers them exactly as he pleases when everyone is good and sloshed. Everybody in our circle loves and indulges Scott. ...

Can we just drag Ann Coulter out and kick her? She's just so repulsive I am going to refuse to embed the video here. You want to hear her baloney on the murderous tendancies of the liberals ? Go get yourself tothe dailybeast.com . Or don't bother and do something more pleasurable, like eating a crunchy bowl of carpet tacks with a lemon juice chaser. And, Sweet Mother of Parking Spaces, lose the contouring, Girl! Ya look like the moldy three week old corpse of a tranny hooker. Feel free to fill up the comments with your thoughts on Coulter. It isn't just me, is it? bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! bleck! You know, Fuggeddaboutit! Skinny wench ain't worth it. So go waste time on the previous post .

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Longing for some of the vampire bat slippers (etsy.com) Back in the office: 56 emails, 14 voicemails, 2 catastrophes, 11.5 months to go 'till until the next 2 week break. To be scheduled: 1 crying jag. There was not a soul in Starbucks this morning (UC classes don't start until next week) and three people assisted with my order. The fourth on staff (a beautiful tattooed Latino gentleman) who had nothing to do croon "My Guy" along with the piped-in music. Tyra Banks. In the name of all that is holy: Why ? Further proof I should not be responsible to children: 5 & 6 year olds attempt to elope to Afric a. (bbc.com) Matt Smith is tapped to play the next ( 11th !) Doctor Who. What a completely unusual face with very white skin, wide nose bridge, no eyebrows, india ink splotch eyes. He's such an untried actor I am having trouble locating a photo for you. Don't be mistaken, it's interesting beauty and Smith has an utterly lovely neck. (also bbc.com) A...

The University closes down for two weeks around the holiday to save on overhead, so I've been enjoying two stunningly fine weeks off. (Today is particularly lovely). Two weeks is about enough time to get fully used to sleeping in. It almost makes up the the pittance paid by UC. Accomplishments: Obama's cross stitch finally has a face and tie. Next shading. A new pair of felted turquoise slippers are in the works as the previous ones have been reduced to shreds by sharp toenails of doom. Most of the house is in order. Cleanliness is the oppressor of creative space. 32 oz of misc. fibers have been spun up. And yes, that's a lot. More notes: Listening to Jane Eyre from Librivox. This version is a solo project read by an American who has put on the toffiest of British accents on the humble protagonist. Unfortunate. This may not reach the conclusion before the Obama project is completed. The death of Helen Burns is always troubling. Rediscovering biscotti. Something about the ...

Well. A very Happy New Year to you, Darling. Thank you for everything. With Love and Best Wishes, Madame L.

Mum brought me my very own birthday cake today: a tiny but very tall confetti sprinkled chocolate buttermilk confection that is to die for . If you are anywhere nearby, stop by and let me feed you a slice slowly. With whole milk. It'll be divine, I promise. Mum and I went to the Asian Art Museum today to see the National Geographic Treasures of Afghanistan Exhibit which was amazing. The second half of the exhibit were the treasures from a set of Tillya Tepe nomadic tombs , five women and one man dating, 1rst century BCE. They must have been some kind of royalty, heavily laden with a wealth of jewelry and ornamentation. As lovely as the pieces were, what would these dangling, joyous, bright, noisy baubles have sounded like when worn by these five Nomadic Afghan princesses were at their best or what the thousands of shiny flaky 24k paliettes looked like in the desert light. Whoever these people were, their tribe loved them enough to send them trouping together into the afterlif...