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i’m spending ten days in boston. i got to the airport incredibly early. and i’m just taking in all that o’hare has to offer. currently, i’m sipping the house red at romano’s macaroni grill. and even though i dine alone, my waitress dede still writes her name in crayon on the paper tablecloth. [sidenote: paper tablecloth. if that’s not an oxymoron, then...
oh my god, i have duckbumps on my goosebumps– a radio dj really related with a caller’s story
starstruck in gary!
driving back from michigan, fran and i stopped at an antique mall that was one full block! that’s what the sign from the highway said: ‘antique mall. it’s one full block!’ i bought salt and pepper shakers that were long, lean foxes. one was a dark reddish brown and the other was a lighter burnt sienna. burnt sienna. ha. fran bought a vintage camera. by the door there...
i’m at argo tea. there is a young girl who is sitting behind me. staring at me and at my computer. when i logged on to my blog, i’m sure she saw that picture of all those women standing there topless and smiling. so here she is, this young girl who thinks i’m this pervert pedophile. well, i’m not. so if you can read this, sweetheart, i’m not at all. before i came...
hostess with the mostess
last night, hazel had a party. the guest list included a guy from jamaica who she met on the street and his friend from uganda (but he’s a music producer out of las vegas). her neighbor tina who had large, large breasts and a small, small voice who just moved to chicago. she also wore white eyeliner which i also think is always a nice choice. tina had a dog named betty who was scared of men...
scott, you’d be my only headliner. you, and dirty angela lansbury (god, i hope you she doesn’t pass right after reading that)
i’m still so immature. at bridal market for work and whenever anyone talks about boning in a dress, i just lose it. i always feel slightly out of place here with dirty converse shoes and day-old (okay, two days-old) hair. it’s also hard to jump on board when most everything out of people’s mouths are exchanges like this: it’s hard to find a sophisticated pink these days. ...
who? the girl with rugburn on her chin?– easily spotted
AUSTIN POWER. →
i think the only thing that he brought to the table was his cologne– our new friend sergio just couldn’t roll with us
i don’t always want to make out but sometimes you just have to give the...– i laughed for five minutes about this on the cab ride home, blake
last night, i had a dream that i was pregnant with fish. two of them. and the crazy thing was, they weren’t twins. well, actually the crazy thing was that i was pregnant with fish. or really, the crazy thing was that i was pregnant. regardless, they weren’t twins. two fish that were growing in my belly who were conceived on two separate occasions. two silver, scaly carp that were...
thousands of bats streamed from underneath the bridge, flying furiously up and up and up and forming a black ribbon in the sky—undulating and cascading down the river. over trees and past boats full of tourists, cameras at the ready. the boats were painted with little black bats. Austin Bat Tours! Austin Bat Boats! Bat Cruises! the boats read in big lettering. the little creatures flew and flew....
i can’t believe you have acne when fran is in town– sarah kostic brooks aldridge