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Oh, God. This again? Divebomb Me Or, I Could Divebomb You 100 Things Those With Honor Estella Floats Styrofoamkitty WittandWisdom pea I, Asshole She C. Briantology Sheets and Blankets Mister Crunchy R80o Daymented Lily White Intentions Stutarded (this shit) Get to the Choppa Chucklehut tequila mockingbird (done) Generic/Synthetic Melman Teahouseblossom Jen and Tonic What's Mine is Yours Almost Lucid Elfcakes Dirty Fez Sarah B. Viva La Crap Panajane Bored But Busy What's Brewin' Down Yonder Not Well Planned (done) Malicious User Fussy Run Jen Run Sweetney EmilyM Knotty Yarn Fresh Pepper (on hiatus) Breakfast of Losers Philosophical Marshmallow Random Musings Brooks Blog Eurotrash Bad News Hughes Geese Aplenty Blue Ruin Tiny Voices in My Head The Art of Getting By Other Cool Drinks ... er, Links The Onion Pitchfork Wonkette Get Your War On Questionable Content Archives 
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Friday, July 18, 2003
Hot or Not? Wait a sec . . . I’m not askin’, I’m tellin’. (This idea was borrowed/stolen from here, not here. Or here.) HOT -- Saxon Shore -- these Girls, especially the redhead (no, the one on the far right) -- that the Girls are making their debut at Floyd’s Music Store tonight -- the temperature in this God-forsaken city -- getting behind-the-scenes scoops via IM from this person -- when Julia actually updates her blog more than once a week -- that she’s back (her trip to Providence wasn’t so hot, though) -- Thursday-night sushi (okay, sushi in general) -- a baby daughter’s smile, even at 5:45 in the morning NOT -- my motherfucking sinuses -- Anna Kournikova -- the New York Knicks -- people over 80 driving anything other than a golf cart -- having no creative motivation (it was even a challenge to do these goddamn lists) -- our nifty war in Iraq (I bet the soldiers think getting picked off one by one ain’t so hot either) -- the fact that I’ve lost two of my past three cribbage outings . . . after my much-vaunted six-game winning streak -- anything or anyone on Entertainment Tonight (actually, that whole fucking show sucks) -- paying $35 a week for dinner every Thursday night -- being poor and in debt (or, rather, poor because you’re in so much debt) |
