Echo

This Bud’s for you... May every day be like a gay porn.

please please please god…give me the strength to put on pants and go writing…i have a sweater on and socks…please give me the strength to put one leg on and then the other and be appropriate.

Starbuck’s Chantico

What it is: (chocolate flavored) Liquid Crack

Target market: Pregnant women and women on their periods

Decadence Quotient: Off the scales

Review: Like melting down a bar of fine Belgium chocolate and drinking it, then writhing from self loathing over debased gluttony. The perfect tool of masochism for today’s way-too-fat-for-the-magazine-covers-anyway woman on the go. Three men were required to restrain me as I fought to lick the last drops of rich goodness out of the paper cup after contents had been consumed.

Emotional Consequence: Want to slice off resulting roll of fat from 6 oz. indulgence and flog myself with it.

Press: http://money.cnn.com/2005/01/07/news/fortune500/starbucks_chantico/

Verdict: Highly recommend

Rainy Days!

Rock. They just do. It’s coming down hard outside (it’s like a carwash out there), like the sun coming up means everything is now clean enough for me to go outside. How can you not love the rain if you think of how clean it makes things feel?

So being stuck indoors, Brian and I are listening to some awesome music, having cocktails–for me, limeade with tonic water and vodka. for him, cranberry and ketel one–with a pizza in the oven, in the first stretch of a night in, lounging around and watching a video. [Fuck…I wish I had a straight guy in my life.] Regardless, it’s cozy and safe and right now; life feels beautiful.

I love the rain.

um…so…are the seeing eye dogs the ones who are supposed to read that and know it’s okay to enter?

Over a glass of wine, Brian and I discuss the current economic state in the Republic of Congo.

What you need to know is that Colin is 6’4″. Yes. These boots are 4 ft. tall, ecstatic to be here, Libra Dragons who like Italian food and long walks on the beach at sunset.

this was taken at the Brass Monkey on karoke night sometime last month, but I’ve been errant in posting the pic. These are my friends Roxie and Laauren rocking out to Britney Spears. You see the gap-toothed guy on the left watching them enthusiastically? What you can’t tell from this picture is there is no other table of people anywhere near him. He pulled up a chair literally up to the stage to watch them. And apparently, he had told Lauren earlier in the evening that he had killed 14 people. Awesome.

Wow. Down to his blog address, this guy is BRILLIANT!

So I was on Match.com looking for good pictures for He Looks Like, when I found this guy . The picture grabbed me. Read his profile…this has got to be a joke. God, I hope it is.

There was this pillar outside of a church in Venice with this sex ed diorama.

First, the young man calls on a young woman of good reputation.

The two young people display flirtatious behavior, tentatively feeling out the nature and depth of each other’s affections.

The man lets his intentions be known that he plans to “get all up in dat shit…most respectfully speaking.”

One drink leads to another leads to a nightcap in the woman’s vagina.

Then soon, a cocoon is born.

The parents stay together to raise the child, letting their disagreements and seething resentments stay behind closed doors and under the sweet reprieve of substance abuse until the child finally leaves home, paving the way for sweet, sweet divorce and the much waited for casual sex with other, more attractive and much younger people.

and finally…death. In a nursing home, under the watchful eyes of smiling nurses, paid for by your negligent child who has long since stopped taking your calls.

THE END

If the doorknob doesn’t come off the door, it’s not a high class hotel.

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