My five minutes of moment of hate this afternoon. I read an essay by one of the people at this gala last week and was completely underwhelmed. Made think that I shouldn’t give up writing.
More Nazi art! It’s amazing that we’re still finding this stuff.
And some helpful fashion tips!
Toronto Mayor admitted to smoking crack, but he doesn’t remember, because he was in a drunken stupor at the time. I would like to say that I also don’t remember my entire ten years of grad school, because I was in a drunken stupor pretty much the entire time. I am really happy that being in a “drunken stupor” is now an acceptable excuse for all sorts of bad behavior. It lets me off the hook for a couple of regretable actions that I may or may not remember. Huzzah for Mayor Ford!
Apt. 11d 