It’s just too hot. My shoes melted yesterday. It was terrible. I was glued to 34th St. No one brought me water. I lived off the liquid left in discarded Starbucks cups until the sun went down and I could work myself free and get home and watch reruns of Star Trek: The Next Generation in the cool comfort of my over air-conditioned apartment while writing these headlines pour vous.
- Debt o Rama!
- Rupert’s in trouble…
- Dubya-speak!
- I fail to understand why a woman who’s been on the run with one of America’s most wanted men for 16 years is even being considered for bail.
- Mummy found in Indiana.
- Let’s name them Barbara and Billy Bear! Can we?
- Jesus Christ Almighty. Thank fucking God it wasn’t a vaginal delivery.
- Engage!
- Listen to my grandmother’s advice: always have one less than drink than you think you should.
- You know, people are always locking me in bathrooms. Because they’re out to get me.
- This looks looks fucking disgusting. Oh, NO.
