Beware the Ides of March
FYI: the ides
I think that's Wednesday, March 15th. Come to think of it, I think the "ides" is the 15th of every month--but it was on March 15th that Julius Caesar got stuck with Mr. Pointy in the Senate. A big shout out to Shakey Shakespeare; playwright, poet (hello sonnets), philanderer and possible plagiarist. The sonnets though...gotta love 'em...154 sonnets of 14 lines each (except for 126, it's 12 lines--I think there are other hinky ones too), all in iambic pentameter (except for 145, its in tetrameter). Do you think he planned it? Or did he just run out of steam? 145 is considered to be the "crappy" sonnet and some wonder if Shakes even wrote it.
Week 10.Monday
Praise be, Joan Jett over at Freakgirlspew is going to make me magical products that will reshape my ass and not require giving up ANY caffeine. If this was Battlestar Gallactica, you'd totally be one of those god-stars guiding the way to earth. My salvation. Insert choral music as it builds to its crescendo in a Omen-pushes-mommy-over-the-balcony kind of way...because this is the work of the dark one.
In bed
Lying in bed last night I could feel my ass underneath me. That's what it has come to...I lay in bed and I can feel my ass under me. If I'm not careful I'm going to have to get a special bed made from space fabric that will happily give way to my behind. NASA o' what hath thou wrought?
posted by casper @ 7:01 AM
1 Comments:
I still want to be Starbuck. Though seemingly mortal, she has fabulous teeth.
When I was about 23 I read a recipe for cellulite reduction and whipped up a jar of the stuff. It was like 2 parts olive oil to one part apple cider vinegar. I shook the jar vigorously and applied that stuff to my ass. I smelled like salad. I lived with my bro and Izzy at the time. Those two have seem me do some very silly things.
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