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So I've been watching the Batman television series on ME TV lately. And while I adore Julie Newmar's Catwoman, I have to say that Eartha Kitt fucking rules.
The Messiah was holding the little girl's pet bunny, hugging it to his cheek with the big back feet swinging free. He was gloriously drunk. "Know what?" Josh said. "I love bunnies. They toil not, neither do they bark. Henceforth and from now on, I decree that whenever something bad happens to me, there shall be bunnies around. So it shall be written. Go ahead Biff, write it down." --Lamb, Christopher Moore
So I've been watching the Batman television series on ME TV lately. And while I adore Julie Newmar's Catwoman, I have to say that Eartha Kitt fucking rules.
That night at Kim's, when that guy ripped us off
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Today, I think, is the kind of day where I feel like throwing myself in front of a bus.
i am teetering
"My heart feels like an alligator. Turn up that goddamned radio. Volume! Clarity! Bass! We must have bass! What is wrong with us?! ARE WE GODDAMN OLD LADIES??!!"
I'm growing out my hair and my bangs have gotten to the annoying length of falling into my eyes constantly and when they're not doing that they're being too short to tuck behind my ear and are generally hitting my glasses in such a way that the ends are flipping up and looking ugly.