Archive for January, 2005
I don’t care what Steve Madden or Glamour or Full Frontal Fashion are telling you.
This shit is not cute.
No.
This is Manhattan, not Reykjavik.
No.
You are an accountant, not Pocahontas.
No.
I don’t care how cold it gets at night. You live in a fifth floor walk-up in Chelsea, not a five person log hut in Oymyakon.
No.
You are 5′1″, […]
want to have Dave Chappelle’s baby?
Just curious.
Feministe made me do it. And keep in mind I only have about a quarter of my CDs on my iPod, so this isn’t entirely representative of my collection:
1. I Think I’m Paranoid, Garbage, Version 2.0
2. So Much to Say, Dave Matthews Band
3. Concrete, Sean Paul, Dutty Rock
4. She Bangs the Drums, Stone Roses, The […]
chizzle
Originally uploaded by Siddity.
I finally have to break down and admit there will be no good time to write about my vacation, I’ll never be in the right mood, and I am totally lacking in literary inspiration regarding the best way to broach the subject. So here, y’alls, I’ll just jump right in. First […]
Cheese steak!
Originally uploaded by Siddity.
Thou dost tempt me, cheesesteak. La, sir, I have succumb!
Damn good, too.