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 wednesday, may 30Corrections Saturday, May 26. Princess not so bright. I should have just called it shit. Wrapping shit up in biomass isn't right. It seems so Republican. We all get into trouble when we come up with fancy words for simple things. Shit is shit. Monday, May 21. All Thoroughbreds Hate Cheapness. A failed search for a metaphor if ever there was one. What was I trying to say? Something about self-respect and doing unto others blah, blah blah. I just shoe horned this sucker and I don't think it made much sense. But then, how often do I make sense? Monday, May 14. Bastards. I jumped the gun. They came. They filmed. They left. It was all about the caesar salad that I couldn't have. I was being selfish. It was all about me. Me, me, me! Thursday, May 10. Ordinary women. I lied. I do know some ordinary women. And I know some ordinary men. But they aren't you. You are extraordinary.
An number of people emailed regarding the recent Spencer Tunik extravaganza in Montreal. Here's a Real Video clip from CBC's Newsworld covering the event. 2,250 people. Go Montreal! If Golf is evil, Mini Golf is all that is good. Watch out for the eight hole! [via k10k] Nan Goldin, Self-portrait with eyes turned inward, 1989 Yesterday? I'm so very tired. |
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