Tuesday, December 23, 2008

confession: I'm a spoiled wombat

Fuck You, Penguin has plumbed the inner depths of my soul.

I fish for compliments like crazy. (H-town posed the rhetorical question last night: Is it really necessary to look good for a trip to the video store? Answer: yes. And you must tell me I look good in order to get me out of the house. "You look fine" will send me back into the bedroom to change clothes.)

And I say I want sneakers for Christmas, but I insist on picking them out. I won't even go into what a project that is. (The style, the fit, the shade of black....) Chances are I will not have them on my hot little feet December 25th. And it's my own damn fault.

Once again via the amazing P.


  1. i KNOW!! this website is amazing. my fave is the moose. (i was just going to post about it today as a matter of fact!)

  2. My famous quote around our house is "Do I look OK to go to Trader Joe's?". In my opinion, you stop dressing good to go out to the store, and pretty soon you are makeup-less in a bathrobe and slippers at the bar with a "AWW, fuck it" attitude. It's a slippery slope.