Finally replaced stolen Wayfarers with an even douchier pair. I’m sticking with the aviators for Winter, though.
This meme has been making rounds again. Somehow it’s still relevant.
Speaking of meal plans: taste-wise, my dad never grew past the age of nine, I think.
- LAST NIGHT:
- Dad (spooning sauteed broccoli off his plate and onto my mother's): Will you take this green shit, please?
- TONIGHT:
- Me, via e-mail: Is it OK if we eat kinda late? I was hoping to let the brisket rest before we ate it tonight.
- Dad: Let the brisket rest?
- Me: Yeah. You know, let the sauce chill so I can scrape the fat off, and let the meat marinate in the fridge a bit before reheating. It makes a difference, trust me.
- Dad: I know, I know. Let the wine breathe and sing to the potatoes, too.
- AT LE BERNARDIN, PER SE, OR ANY OTHER FANCY RESTAURANT HE OCCASIONALLY IS FORCED TO GO OUT TO:
- Dad: This sucks. I want a fucking cheeseburger.
Haven’t done an outfit post in a while — at least one that didn’t feature me in leopard-print pajama pants and a Slayer shirt. Adam and I just got back from X-Men: First Class. Magneto is the ultimate badass forever.
Drapey dress, H&M; cardigan, UO; scuffed up lace-up boots, Steve Madden; rose pin in my hair that you can’t really see but I tried, H&M.
cacopygian
adjective • having badly shaped or ugly buttocks.
cf.: callipygian, having well-shaped buttocks, and dasypygal, having hairy buttocks.
"You are beautiful but you are empty. One could not die for you."
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince