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I can think of something that’s green that might explain why she’s laughing so damn much at nothing. See if you can get all the way to the end without crying. In horror. (HT: Video Dog)
I can think of something that’s green that might explain why she’s laughing so damn much at nothing. See if you can get all the way to the end without crying. In horror. (HT: Video Dog)
The rest of my day off found me in the Wolfchase Galleria, looking for sales so I could beef up my dismal summer wardrobe. I took a sashay through Torrid to see if they had any good deals on jeans (they didn’t, but I bought some anyway; suck it, Dave Ramsey), and as I was waiting to check out, I noticed this skinny white kid, probably 12 or so, rifling through the bras on the…
I hate getting my hair cut so much that I tend to wait two years between appointments. The last time I had my hair cut, I was working at Dillard’s and I hadn’t yet graduated college. And my hair was pretty dang short (I had it shorn off into the cute little soccer-mom bob in the summer of 2004), and I didn’t look so good with short hair, so when it grew out, I just…
Mmmm, paint therapy. I saw this at Twisty’s first and didn’t realize I could, like, click the painting and make my own until another splatter masterpiece showed up at Bitch, Phd. The intertubes are awesome.
It’s been nearly a month and a half since a post here, which isn’t exactly a retirement, but it’s damn close in the blogworld. I haven’t been posting here, but I have been posting at a secret underground bunker that is rumored to be not unlike the hidey hole in which they found Saddam and four crates of rotten cabbage, so hopefully my endearingly self-depracating skills haven’t dulled. Oops, make that “skillz.” I see that…
This is it, kids. As much as it pains me to do so, I’ve got to stop blogging here. There’s an incredibly long and complicated story behind the reasons why, but I just can’t hang out here any longer. This blog has exacerbated some issues in my personal life and now my safety and sanity depends upon my either stopping blogging or going underground and doing so anonymously at another URL (which is probably what…
So the word is that there’ll be a Memphis blogger meet-up Friday, June 9. at the P&H on Madison. I can’t go because I work Friday nights, but I’m just doing my bloggerly duty and passing along the info, man, because that’s what the interwebs are for and stuff.
The walls close in around me. Old habits fade far from me. The ceiling falls about me. And the sky is open to me now. Pinback is here. I saw their big grey bus and U-Haul at the Hi-Tone. I can’t wait for the show. I usually reserve my excitement for laundry day and eating at El Mezcal, but this is just too much. I’ve got to get some batteries for the camera. Hopefully I…
Last night Phil and I saw The Strokes again at the New Daisy. They show was originally scheduled for The Orpheum, which I was excited about since I’ve never even been inside that place. Apparently ticket sales were slow so they moved the show to the New Daisy, which is sort of like 328 with a balcony. I don’t mind small venues, but it is sort of a bummer when you have really good seats…
Nick came down yesterday to hang out and deliver me an illegally made DVD of the first season of Extras. We went to the Soul Fish Cafe to have lunch (I had my usual chicken po boy and he had the blackened catfish) and then saw Thank You For Smoking, which is still playing at Studio on the Square. I thought it was really funny, moreso than many reviews gave it credit for. “Rock on,…
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