Archive for January, 2008
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
this gynecologist said to her: “woah, hey that’s not your vagina, that’s your asshole.”
in other news, i’m off to Grand Bretagne with A. for spicy bloody marys.
and to wrap up, yes, get fucked.
crick on srut
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008teh lolz are upon us. lube up.
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
so i’ve been told that i lost a movie ’cause i’m very **********
however all is not *yawn* lost,
Ι’ll be doing two other ones.
roses are red, violets are blue, i am retarded, so are you.
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
Dad fed-exed me one of his famous pasta floras, made with fig marmalade he makes from scratch. it’s as perfect as always, vanilla-y, crumbly and painfully addictive.
roses are red, violets are blue, get fucked.
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
tonight
Friday, January 25th, 2008Retardation: A Celebration.
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
refresh[ing]
Friday, January 18th, 2008at Benaki Museum, last night..
Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
clickie on the piccie for hot action animated by Filep Motwary
OMIKRON magazine fashion editorial by Filep Motwary
Tuesday, January 15th, 2008Saturday, January 12th, 2008
December 21, 1921 – January 10, 2008

Maila could not drive and Ed Wood could not afford dressing rooms,
so to film “Plan 9 from Outer Space” she went to the studio by bus,
fully dressed and made up as Vampira.

Finnish born actress, tv host, boutique owner, painter, crafty gal, Old Hollywood survivor.
Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
honAAAyy, I don’t know about you but *I* have been overdosing on Cheryl Merkowski’s progrum. so delicious.
it’s smokAy honAyy..
..counting the seconds till season 2 of The Brini Maxwell Show arrives, thank you BEN for sharing this delectable unreleased material!
did a photoshoot but can’t show you before the magazine publishes the images, honAyyy.
in july-ish I’ll be playing Oswald in Henrik Ibsen’s Ghosts with a bunch of fantastic peoples.
in other news, it’s official. I’m retarded.

oh and I MUST find a fondue set, in either mustard color or olive green. Mom, I know you read this shit, may I have yours?