I never have an original idea
I took these photos back in April of 2007, and just a week or so ago I discovered that there’s a whole Flickr group devoted to LP portraits.
I took these photos back in April of 2007, and just a week or so ago I discovered that there’s a whole Flickr group devoted to LP portraits.
Ain’t it cute? Black with tan interior. Rockin’ stereo system. Excellent visibility. Plush interior for an entry-level car. Smooth ride. Shiny as shit. (For now.) We need to get a room. I’ll admit it. Because we’re in love. And I can’t stop gushing. It’s embarrassing. And let me just tell you how stupid in love I am with this car. Actually, love has nothing to do with it. I’m just stupid. Tonight at about 9,…
I haven’t updated my self-indulgent 100 Things list in a long time. So long that several of those things aren’t true anymore. So, because I’m bored and trying to kill time in ways that don’t involve television (but are admittedly just as stupid and pointless), here’s a new 100 Things list. I’m not even kidding when I say that I started making this list more than a year ago, forgot about it, added to it,…
This week has been a big ball of suck with little chunks of awesomeness stuck to it. I’m busy picking the awesomeness off and putting it in my pockets for safekeeping. And then I’m going to toss the ball of suck and pretend it never existed. Ugh. So, I found out Tuesday that my rental car needed to be returned Thursday. This came as a shock because I had been told this whole time that…
Jack has a new nickname: Gingerballs. *And if you don’t get the reference, you can just look at the tags.
Your cat might bound up out of nowhere and box the shit out of your left boob because that’s where the drawstring happens to be sitting, motionless, yet somehow taunting him.
I mustered up the huevos to visit Covington Pike today, just to look around at new cars to see what might strike me (it is hard to get a feel for cars just by doing internet research) as being “me.” Within two nanoseconds of my feet hitting the pavement at Dobbs Honda, a salesman — Larry — was on it, up in my grill, wanting to know if I wanted to take a new Honda…
Gentlemen of the world, I feel for you. How can you possibly be at ease with yourself when, somewhere out there in the world, there exists a man so fine that, even when he looks like the love child of a corpse and Susan Sontag, women want to jump his bones (pun fully intended)? I just read that Johnny Depp won a Golden Globe for best actor in a comedy or musical for his part…
But I’m not. And I just chuckled my way through thirty minutes of a soft-focus 61-year-old Barbie doll telling me I could and should lose a pant size in fourteen days by doing no-movement exercise. Let that sink in for a bit. At the risk of sounding like a broken MP3, I love infomercials. But this one ranks at the top for trying to sell me something without actually telling me what the frick it…
An anonymous commenter left this for me on the post where I mentioned that my police report still was not available to me: The MPD handles over a hundred crashes a week (on average about 28per day) – and EACH one has to be reviewed by A traffic supervisor so it takes time to get them filed. These supervisors do not only approve these reports they have other supervisory duties as well including making the…
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