My roommate slept in this morning and so I was limited to dresses I can zip up without assistance. I’m excited, in theory, about living alone, but more than a little concerned about what it’s going to mean for me sartorially.
angela: what do you think of [ONLINE PUBLICATION]
me: could be something, but as of now it's just that weird mix of out-of-touch olds and breathlessly pretentious grad students
angela: do super out of touch olds just start projects so they can have sex with breathlessly pretentious grad students?
National Trust for Historic Preservation puts... →
laphamsquarterly: Here’s a story about one that was demolished in 1896! I have a lot of feelings about the post office.
“Yes?’ “I read a story in the Times this morning about blind people who play tennis!’ ”.”
The other thing about the Joan storyline (talking about Mad Men on Thursday? why not!) is that it was basically just the plot of Boule de Suif, no?
A few days after the events just related, M. Larreau set out for Paris. The winter, in his opinion, had become unbearable, and the cold was indeed terribly severe in the lofty chateau, perched upon its lonely pedestal of rocks. At four o’clock in the afternoon the whole valley became filled with a dense icy fog that rose to the foot of the castle walls. Nothing was to be seen in the dull,...
Forgot my glasses and read a large sign offering martial arts as ‘Martin Amis’.
“Who needs a face lamp when you can have the whole object?” ”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Related: remember all those early-00s trend pieces about how macho Latino dudes were into Morrissey but “OMG did they know he was FETISHIZING them because he was GAY and wanted to have GAY SEX with them”?