three favorite things
a) department store roast chicken (whole) so one can pluck the medallions out of the poor former clucker;
b) Fast Orange industrial/studio gunk hand cleanser with a center of exfoliant;
c) Magic Rub erasers. Best hope-dispenser ever. I use mine as much as the stronger graphite sticks to draw.
Yours truly wasn't teethed by any dogs today, though I did see a low-hunching King's spaniel walk its owner on high street.
No bees came after me either, but the chickadees *were* having trouble with their hard-bitten Chinese "z"'s so that they sounded more like "zzz...".
In any case, it's good to remember the not-so-important things because that act of recollection and recognition is essential to living. Martha hasn't patented that word, has she?
Well, I've cited enough trademarks in this post. Let's see if any lawyers call. I'll sit by the phone tonight. Just kidding. You knew I wasn't serious, right V?
The Paris issue of NYLON mag makes me want to squat some place with a scantily clad balcon on Montmartre (because the Quartier Latin is too frappé with touristic drunkenness). My consolation prize: a persimmon and gold tin of you guessed it, English Breakfast tea. And not from Fauchon, heheheh.
PS The breasts on my roast chicken are really scary. It's as if... My mind makes those synaptic leaps... No, I don't want to go there.
PPS Just in honour of Miss V's famous take on the boringness of “three” in art: "Three's kind of boring in art", I'll add a fourth fave thing.
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Try it, with/out the suggested lychee martini and save yourself a few UsWeekly dollars. How did I come to eye this grotesque circus with such appetite? I guess I have G to thank for it: your speech on Vaudeville really rolled the stone from the gate. And now I no longer read good novels (or bad ones), but by-lines and rumours and seminar stuffing ( at least it’s good for the emaciated brain). Well, Herodotus still makes a cameo now and again, but even the Wurlitzer man is too caught up in his missteps to notice.
b) Fast Orange industrial/studio gunk hand cleanser with a center of exfoliant;
c) Magic Rub erasers. Best hope-dispenser ever. I use mine as much as the stronger graphite sticks to draw.
Yours truly wasn't teethed by any dogs today, though I did see a low-hunching King's spaniel walk its owner on high street.
No bees came after me either, but the chickadees *were* having trouble with their hard-bitten Chinese "z"'s so that they sounded more like "zzz...".
In any case, it's good to remember the not-so-important things because that act of recollection and recognition is essential to living. Martha hasn't patented that word, has she?
Well, I've cited enough trademarks in this post. Let's see if any lawyers call. I'll sit by the phone tonight. Just kidding. You knew I wasn't serious, right V?
The Paris issue of NYLON mag makes me want to squat some place with a scantily clad balcon on Montmartre (because the Quartier Latin is too frappé with touristic drunkenness). My consolation prize: a persimmon and gold tin of you guessed it, English Breakfast tea. And not from Fauchon, heheheh.
PS The breasts on my roast chicken are really scary. It's as if... My mind makes those synaptic leaps... No, I don't want to go there.
PPS Just in honour of Miss V's famous take on the boringness of “three” in art: "Three's kind of boring in art", I'll add a fourth fave thing.
www.socialitelife.com
Try it, with/out the suggested lychee martini and save yourself a few UsWeekly dollars. How did I come to eye this grotesque circus with such appetite? I guess I have G to thank for it: your speech on Vaudeville really rolled the stone from the gate. And now I no longer read good novels (or bad ones), but by-lines and rumours and seminar stuffing ( at least it’s good for the emaciated brain). Well, Herodotus still makes a cameo now and again, but even the Wurlitzer man is too caught up in his missteps to notice.
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