the joys of flickr
looks like someone finally found the "pot-o-gold" at the end of the rainbow...
picture ganked from cityrag
brad pitt. i know many of you will dispute this picture, but i have to say, brad has never done it for me more than he did in fight club. i wanted to lick him... oh my god, i need a moment alone.
dave grohl. you are a significant contributor to my obsession with the black cat. and yes, there are better pictures of your face out there, but this picture isnt about your face. its about your tattoos.
david beckham. i think that pose says it all.
in what sort of cosmic joke were men given two major organs necessitating a significant blood flow, but only enough blood to function one of them at a time (or, in most of their cases, ever). and when exactly did their brains become vestigial organs?
mancott: to engage in a concerted refusal to have dealings with men (including boys, guys, and anyone of the XY persuasion) to express disapproval or to force acceptance of certain conditions.
as previously stated, i am stunned that taylor hicks has been named by people magazine as the "hottest" bachelor. admittedly, i didnt watch the show, so maybe there's something im missing, but short of being suddenly blinded, i dont think i could ever agree that he's hot. quirky, sure. endearing, maybe. charming, alright. hot? no. a thousand times, no!
5) im at work, and somehow managed to sit in someone's gum, and am now stuck to my chair afraid that when i finally do get up, im going to rip a hole in the seat of my pants.
i was going to play a game of guess the asshole with this, but since its splashed all over both myspace and the wonkette, i think that might be a bit too easy.
even that is hypocrisy as usual among politicians in d.c., but this story is special. this story is personal. it turns out that mr. burkman actually went out on a couple of dates with a friend of mine after approaching her on the street with his card and telling her how gorgeous she is. and according to her he is freaky deaky. but thats not all, on a separate occasion, he hit on another friend who was familiar with the story from friend #1. apparently, he walked by friend #2 while she was in a kinkos, doubled back, and presented her with a card, telling her how gorgeous she is. drunken texting later took place among our friends to see exactly how freaky deaky mr. family values is and even van nasty wouldnt dare post that filth!
in conclusion, i would just like to say:
a) you are a prominent and recognized figure in d.c. if you are going to be stupid enough to proposition women on the street, dont give them any tangible evidence.
b) are you the guy on craigslist who's always looking for "busty" women because if you are, ive been meaning to tell you, you'll have better luck with a less creepy word.
c) its clear (both from the wonkette story and from your taste in my friends) that you like boobie-licious women. why have we not met? sure your a lecher, but if youre as cute as you are in that picture, i can over look that. at least for one night.
saturday night, my friend rose threw a huge going away party before she leaves d.c., which was convenient for me, seeing as it was my birthday eve, and many of my friends would already be together at a fabulous party, with three excellent djs, great food, and drink specials. all the benefits of a party with none of the hassle of having to plan!
Labels: weekend rundown
"your chickpeas taste like christmas." -- r.b.
mjh: ohmigod natalie! what are you wearing to this thing tonight? its been soooo long since ive been on the red carpet, i cant even remember what people wear; is pleather still in style? sabrina the teenaged witch looked fierce in pleather! and im pretty sure i can still pull it off, even though i havent, y'know, lost the baby weight or anything ... and have begun growing a third chin (which i think is actually kinda good. it sort of distracts from the wonkiness of my eyes, dont you think? no? well then the choker does right? because i paid full price for this thing at claires and i want to make sure i get my money's worth!).
birthdays are like new years - every year i wake up full of resolution thinking this year will be different. i tell myself: this is going to be the year i get a new, fabulous job. this is going to be the year i get in shape (a shape other than round, that is). this is the year i stop working 7 days a week. this is the year i stop waking up drunk in the bathroom of a bar i dont remember going to. that sort of thing.
i have better taste in music than you and more makeup than a drag queen.