Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Innnnunnngh. Late-night informercials (when not Time-Life) are obsessed with the eliminative systems and completely...phobia-inducing. With no real data. Enough to make ya downright Howard Hughesian. Are we all really riddled with tape worms?

It's official: I think I really like idiotic lil fluffy dogs the best, the kind with ridiculous short legs. The newest? Miniature Spitzen. Oh so cute.

Long navel-gazing today revealed new connections between bikinis, karaoke and the social inheritence in WASP acculturation. The deracination continues.

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