Long weekend.
Lots of traveling.
Need sleep.
Must write about shoes and heel heights.
Shoes.
Love the shoes.

Hey - shoe rhymes with zoo!  ;-)

Maybe it is just me, but Jeffrey could design the most gorgeous thing, and I still hate him.  What was with the neo-artist formerly known as Prince meets Rick Springfield ala hideous chain accessory?  (And based ( Read more... )

This past past's story, entitled...

Riding the bus can be, at best, mundane.  She worked a secretary for a large downtown corporation.  No, scratch that.  Administrative assistant.  We don't need to have the "political correctness gestapo" breathing down our necks.

What is important to understand is that our heroine labored away as a nameless ( Read more... )

I just joined an online community where each week you write a new story, poem, essay, what have you.  They give you the title, and you write.  So, without further ado... here is my entry from two weeks ago...

Bad choice.  Such a bad choice.

Darren had been in the union for 15 years.  He had lived through three strikes and a walk out, so he knew how ( Read more... )

I am hurt.
Sad.
Practically in mourning.

Last season on the Runway, Santino made it all the way to the final three,  He was a freak, arrogant, obnoxious - the bane of the other designers.  But, like him or not, he has a design aesthetic that has some degree of creativity and excellence.  And he made for good television.

On Wednesday, the perky and ( Read more... )

I am so tickled.

I've taken a seasonal copywriting job with a local retailer in order to (a) earn some moola, (b) gain some great experience, and (c) obtain some fabulous discounts.  Well, I needed a new pair of shoes and - given my financial situation - opted for a brown Steve Madden-eque number from Target.  On clearance.  $14.99.  At this week's ( Read more... )

OMG!  It was a twisted twist to the last episode of my obsession!

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  Keith learned what happens when you cross Laura Bennett and act like a lying, cheating scum-sucker.  His head should be displayed on a pike as a warning to other presumpuious designers.  I'm glad to see the bastard go.
  
• Poor Bonnie.  I liked her and wanted her to be my fag ( Read more... )

Yesterday, there was no (none, nada, nil, zilch, zero - you get the picture) air flow at work.  Imagine sitting there and answering the phone with sweat pouring off you.  It was terrible.  Yuck!

Life is still falling through the cracks.  I have literally jammed 45 new hours of activity into my week - 45 hours that cannot be negotiated.  While some ( Read more... )

I went out to Woof's last night and had people ask me why I didn't make a commentary on Wednesday night's Project Runway.  It is all about the Runway...

• I felt bad that Katherine (AKA Velma from Scooby Doo after the make-over) got the ol' Auf-Wieder from Heidi.  She gave my lesbian brothers a reason to watch - and I thought the dress was kinda ( Read more... )

One week from now and my 39th birthday will be past ( Read more... )

Well, actually yesterday was.  I dropped Deb off for her Emmaus Walk, continuing my duties as her sponsor.  On my way to her house, I thought about my walk back in February and everything she was about to experience.  I found myself wiping tears from my eyes.

The pilgrims looked so scared and apprehensive as they were about to depart.  I commented ( Read more... )