grocery store philosophy.

-I wandered through the grocery store the other day, and stared at the bright pink package of the little debbie's strawberry snack cakes. It reminded me of a lot of toys marketed for girls in the eighties. A nasty mess of hot pink that reminds one of an extra angry dragqueen. I then stared at the dougnuts for a brief moment. I was captivated by the glistening appeal of the icing on some of the maple bars. I knew I wouldn't feel any better by eating them, so I moved on. I went and grabbed the Seattle times, glanced through some beauty magazine. They offered some informative tips on how to please your man. It seems that offering fellatio will entice him to give you "hotter lovin's" I am sure that the kama sutra will have to look into that and an editor will update for the next edition. For that is such astounding information. I have been at a loss for sometime now, and thank goodness, a glossy periodical could clear the air on such a confusing subject. I had some time to kill so I went and looked at meat. I take mild delight in poking a roast beef and looking at the muscle and considering all sorts of culinary possibilities. It seems that Claimjumper is now offering frozen dinners. Claimjumper is where the deadly sin, "glutton" was truly born. It is a restaurant I hold little respect for.

( snobby bitchy ramblings, move along )

yeah so...

I just looked at that post...jesus fucking christ what a snob I am...please ignore that.

the late late show

my mother came home a bit ago. She spent the evening with her tattoo artist getting some work done.
Other people's mothers go to PTA, mine goes to get some inking done.
We are watching an old Frank Sinatra special. What a terrific deal. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Judy Garland. Truly incredible talent. Frank Sinatra has always made me weak in the knees and when he sings, he puts such feeling in it. He sang one song that just had absolute cool written all over it. He was casually smoking this cigarette, looking longingly into the camera and really working it. What a beautiful performer. Judy Garlands rendition of "The Man that Got Away" just breaks your heart. *sighs*
I love a good television special.
I feel like singing one of my favorite songs right now, but I shouldn't wake the neighbors
My personal favorite Sinatra era would be the late forties. His voice was like buttah' the performance wasn't too over the top, and he had some great arrangements done by Nelson Riddle. I could dance/sing for hours to that.
brassy!

questionable things

We bought my twelve year old sister (the lovely Miss. Kitten)a copy of entertainment weekly (motto:gloss this bitch) because there was stuff about the harry potter sequel, which is all well and dandy. Now she is reading the rest of the magazine. Should we be concerned? I remind myself, atleast she isn't reading Instyle magazine or the Village Voice *crosses herself* but one day I will come home and find miss. kitten reading seventeen and debating the merits of various facial glitters. *sighs*

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