she’s a woman that wears just as much lipstick on her teeth as she does her lips– thank you tommy. that made my day.
she’s that skinny little blonde girl who looks like andy warhol– the always-classy elise schmitt
there’s no toilet paper. and no sink.– i explain why i decided to wait and use the restroom somewhere else
a run for the border
here’s the flickr album to our mexican vacation: HERE! HERE! HERE! what do you think, candace? do the pictures speak for themselves?
it takes a lot to be upstaged by that flambé– well said, francis
gift and gab
i was in mexico over the weekend. i can’t even wrap my head about what part of the trip i will write about. when people ask me how it was, i sort of just shrug my shoulders and say ‘it was really great’ for fear that if i start talking about one detail, they will be sorry they asked. so now, faced with the platform to really showcase the trip, i’m at a loss. it’s as...
this is not a dancing bar, but we were just about to play some showtunes– even better.
the optic nerve of dr. jennifer weibert
for twenty-eight years, i have never once gotten my eyes dilated. i’ve avoided mostly by saying that i had to drive a long distance immediately following my eye exam. post sixteen that is. i’m not sure why i avoided this. i think one time, my mom had told me that getting her eyes dilated was the worst. i envisioned red, puffy pockets of puss forming at the corners. blood vessels...
basically, they had sex on her kitchen island– and she never found out