i don’t care how famous he was.
Thursday, June 25th, 2009He was a child molester.
End of discussion.
He was a child molester.
End of discussion.
It’s summer. Officially. But you’d never know it if you lived in Stamford, CT.
May I have some more rain please? Why thank you. Thanks. That’s perfect.
I had reason to go back and read an old post from last August, when the blog was in its infancy. And this shit is funny.
Thanks for stopping by. Regular programming may resume some time soon, per my whims.
Was it the post-doctor’s visit, post-haircut-and-highlights, post-400 inches of rain swim in the outdoor pool last Friday that did me in?
The ENT seems to think so. Thank goodness for him. Dr. Sadist actually turned out to be a good guy, seeing me urgently to diagnose the strep and prescribe antibiotics. “You again?” he joked when I was back in his office yesterday, following Friday’s inconclusive visit.
This.

This is what remorse looks like on a remaindered, ridiculous second-hand designer dog’s face after she’s destroyed her person’s last pair of JCrew wedge flip flops, just in time for summer.