I am “working” on a commission. I put “working” in scare quotes because whenever I am “working” on commission or lurking at a political blog or searching for Pokemon hentai, I am interrupted with talk or outright called away from the computer, like, 50 times. It tends to get “a little” frustrating. Wondering how many times I will be interrupted while I write this entry. By the way, I just sneezed, lost some brain matter and peed a little.
So, you should know I’m doing commissions for your Intertrons buddies. Out of respect for their privacy I don’t reveal them, but it makes me curious about why people are private about such things. I mean, these lovely people are not hiring me to make them tentacle porn manips or anything. Except for tigris. She’s sick…
Today I went to one of those stores. You know ’em. They’re those small stores. Specialty stores. You can’t swing a bag of Botox without hitting a cute-posh geegaw. These are the stores that are opened by the bored wives of rich men.
Today it was incredibly obvious. The two women up front seemed in little hurry to serve anyone, were dressed to the nines, were coiffed in perfectly-dyed bobs, and one had a pretty posh British accent. It bums me out that in situations like that I instantly feel small. It reminds me of when I was eating lunch in downtown DC and I was all proud of my 60-dollar, bright pink paisley-print Isaac Mizrahi purse. (It’s a line he does for a shopping channel; not hoity-toity at all…OBVIOUSLY.) I liked it not because it was designer, but because it was silly and girly and over-the-top. But all the other women there had these incredibly lush purses. I could tell they were all made of positively crushable leather. They looked old, lived in, expensive. And suddenly I felt dumb for loving my bright pink purse. Why?…
Finally, I can only assume that the dildo-faces who protested the firing of Joe “Rapin’ Little Boys Is Just Kind of a Bummer*” Paterno, are the Young Republicans of Penn State. Seriously, douches? I will take a fucking BASEBALL BAT to the next protest y’all go to.
|Every guy in this picture wears Axe body spray|
I couldn’t think of a song to go with this entry! UGH!!!