It confuses and worries me when anyone, male or female, knows this much about fashion.
I agree with Lovely Bones. Hey! Sardondi! Just what the hell is goin' on here, anyway? Huh? And you wanna come shopping with me on Saturday? I could use a good consultant.*sigh*
Thank you. I needed that. For it was an excellent reminder to me of the ephemera which is the internetz, and the absolute in-fucking-sanity
of spending any time, ANY time, actually composing ANYTHING that is destined for that great, black maw of death and nothingness. There I am, actually spending time sounding out
for a truly stupid toss-off post to a boutique page aimed at those with too much time on their hands and a strong animus against a hack radio host. And I'm chortling to myself at my wit, right? Oh yeah, this is so frickin' hilarious!
Oh, they'll get it, you bet! It'll kill!
Like this is 30 Rock
and I'm getting paid. God, the humiliation. All those years of being taught phonics and sounding out those words - useless.
Of course, I suppose it's possible
that, uh, everybody gets it juuuuust fine and it's, uh, just not.....funny. *chirrrrrp*****chirrrrrrp******chirrrrrrp*
Naaaaah. It's funny. It's that fuckin' Noory
- he killed laughter! Does anybody remember laughter? Or a 35-year-old rock reference? It's Noory's fault! BAAAASTAAAAARD!!!