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What we think is weird about this whole thing is exactly who thehell was doing the threatening?  Seriously, was it people pissed she was in jail?  People pissed she was skanking up their already criminal friends with her "fat" self?  We're confused.  The media and people in general seem to hate her, so why are they trying to set her free?  Or maybe they just literally wanted to bomb her.  Well, why not bomb her at her house? Seems like a lot of work.  What the hell was the motive???

Besides, we don't think Khloe Kardashian is all that bad.  

It's like when the nerdy girl gets the lead in the school play and "miss thang" cool girl makes fun of her.  Miley is on top of the world and her jealous Disney wanna-be's are trying to claw their way to the top with her.  Go Miley for making fun of their stupidity.

And another thing...everyone is calling it "immature."  They're like 15 years old!  OF COURSE IT'S IMMATURE!  Um, hi, I'll take my 15-year-old-disney stars underage, but with the mentality of a grown woman.  Yeah - it doesn't work like that.

We get it that her slutty-chic, homo-playful song happens to have a good melody and her spunky 'tude is really "cute."  We get it that this song means you young things can kiss your BFF and the dude you're into totally.. OMG LOVES IT!  We get that anyone who likes this song is a complete idiot.

Whatever happened to *actual* gay people?  Stop using pseudo-homosexuality as a means by which to entice dudes, and please, for the love of god, stop raiding Ditta Von Teese's closet.  We feel bad for you, girl.

youve never heard of a casting couch???

yes you have...youre teasing me....again...

silly....

of course ive slept with film makers....

hasnt everyone??? i mean its practically a civic duty...right??

well....these people talked me into it the first time...and yeah... id recommend it....

i mean really love... whats the worst that could happen...

youd have an italian filmakers love child...how darling would that be!!!

xoxo

I've never been a drug user. Besides whiskey, of course. I never joined in all the pot smoking in college, mainly because I'm giggly and snacky enough on my own, I didn't need any chemical help. I've never been a smoker. Once I took the tiniest nibble of magic mushrooms, not enough to make me see shit, just enough to make me really happy.

And that's about what the E did. It made me really happy. It shut off the part of my brain that over thinks everything. It dulled my inhibitions. Which I knew would happen, and is why I never tried it in the days when I was at music festivals, camping in parks. There was always too many factors involved that could go wrong. But last night I was with a friend that I trust implicitly and we were at home. It was a good introduction. It didn't mess me up completely, but enough so that I knew what it would do if I were to take more. Enough to screw me up a bit but keep me feeling safe.

And while it was kind of a scary prospect at first, I very much enjoyed myself. It's not something I'll be making a habit, but I sure wouldn't mind doing it again.

Wie immer: Einfach auf das Bild klicken und in der Großansicht rechte Maustaste, speichern unter und den Zielort auf der heimischen Festplatte angeben.

hello???

...oh hey...yeah im sorry for not calling you back the last few days...

ok ok...yeah its been a few weeks..

me? ..oh im doing ok ...well...not really....

let me just put it to you this way...

im at the office and im wearing sneakers...

umm..no not the cute Chanel golf shoes...the ones i wear for taking out the trash..

yeah no shit...

rock fucking bottom...

yeah..that would be bottom bitch to you lovah....

yeah right...a few gay men here nearly collapsed

something about hell freezing over and a tear in the space time continuum ....

the straight guy noticed that i'm short...and asked if somebody crossed the streams...

ha fucking ha...

oh it gets better...

yeah waaaay better....

how long have we known each other??

that long...sooo...

you know how i take out any stress on my....wait for it.... sugarbabies...wait for it....

HAIR.

soooo...yeah... if you ever grab a six dollar bottle of hair dye from the Triple B and think...umm whats the worst thing that could happen??? my hair will be a different shade of blond...

yeah... welll.... thats not exactly true...

umm..yeah it could turn several other shades of blond..including orangey red and ummm some grayish purpley shades in some splotches...

i know...i know.... but it costs 4 bennies every freaking time...

right..umm ...good point..now it will be $406.00

i know i know....but...INSTANT gratification......they were closed ...right??? hair salons should fucking be like waffle houses... yeah 24 fuck!ng 7 .... otherwise $hit like this happens.... of course i called him!......uhhh yeah....i have his cell....

fuck that...hes not a boy...hes a HairDresser...

hes my therapist for christ sake...

HELLO!!.... do you know how often i color my hair???? i see him more often than the dry cleaner....

yeah hes gonna meet me at my place.... but he lives all the way in mclean....and he is booked all day..so it will take a while

yeah...its that bad

housecall bad...

its like ive falllen into the abysss....

right??

sneakers...bad hair day... Sex on Wheels is in the shop....

oh but...let me tell you something.......

the good part about driving the loaner..

if somebody is checking you out at a light or something.....its SUCH an ego boost....

yeah ...

no its totalllly different....

if youre in SOW you never KNOW if they checking out you....or the car.....

yeah and if the top is not down ..you know..folks have to REALLLY be interested to notice that my hair color is whacked off the chain..

i know, i know...im gonna start cruising in ghetto sleds...just for my ego....

i dunno whats your weekend look like??

im supposed to go to a party up in adams morgan...but... i dunno... ill prob duck out early...

yeah i know....NO...cause i think it sounds kinda nasty...like a stripper move...

....hitting bottom...

sounds like EVERY weekend

oh wait... that is slapping a$$ ...whatever...yeah...im feeling a lot better...

yeah ..im gonna go put on some real shoes...

yeah there is a pair of pointy ass michael kors stilettos in the supply closet....the black ones with two ankle straps....they look like a dominatrix would wear em...

i know...i LOVE that in a shoe...

yeah..but im gonna look sooopa slutty cause....

i'm in khaki shorts and my johnny cash t-shirt.

i know..if i didnt know you better ...id think this was one of those

"heavy breathing..what are you wearing phone calls"...

is it narcissistic of me to think everyone is looking at my hair??

i mean....youd be pressed to find a bigger attention whore than me...but still.

yeah your right...ok well ... maybe no one will notice...

umm....i take that back...a guy in the office across the hall just drew a life size picture of me with sharpies..with purple and orange hair...and printed TRAGIC in this realllly expensive font i just bought across the top... and..umm..i gotta go..he is heading down the hall..to post it in the break room....yeah.

thanks

ok ..

talk to you later......

bye...

xoxo

Blog reading, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. Easy. Anonymous. An action performed at my leisure requiring little to no thought. Not cached by Google for the rest of my life + who knows how many years.

BUT! I'm back and promise to be a better blogger. My goal will be every other day. Not sure how that will pan out but hope springs eternal.

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Ciao!

I'm bad & hot

Sunt in pijama si abia am invatat sa inot!!!

Does that make me a bad girl?

I wasn't sleepy.

I lied down, closed my eyes, turned off all the lights and sounds.

I pictured you and me together, talking, smiling.

We held hands.

We laughed.

I know I was sleeping next to someone else.

Yet, I felt pure, my love for you is pure, honest, innocent.

Like fresh rain, like clouds, like a little animal's love.

Now, tell me, can fresh rain ever be bad?

So... yeah... I think this list is pretty self explanatory. For the warm and fuzzy to the manipulative and terrible, movie dads come in all shapes and sizes. Here are some of my favorites from obscure classic film.

Florian Clement (C. Aubrey Smith) in But the Flesh is Weak

Robert Montgomery and C. Aubrey Smith play a father/son team of male gold diggers. Though the films focuses mostly on Montgomery and his relationships with Heather Thatcher and Nora Gregor, the best moments in the film are the quiet ones between father and son. Clement is a good father who taught his son to do bad things.

Stephen Ashe (Lionel Barrymore) in A Free Soul

Barrymore won an Academy Award for this performance. While the film is mostly memorable for the sizzling pre-code chemistry between Norma Shearer and Clark Gable, it's Barrymore's alcoholic lawyer father who gives the film its real heart.

Viktor Roth (Frank Morgan) in The Mortal Storm

Probably one of the best fathers in classic film. Roth is a father not just to his own children, but to his step sons, and their two best friends. Not only does he support the family and teach them to think for themselves, but he offers them the strongest kind of spiritual guidance after he sent to a concentration camp.

Eddie Collins (James Dunn) in Bad Girl

An expecting father. Much like director Frank Borzage's similarly themed Little Man, What Now? Eddie's story is about the sacrifices he's willing to make for the child that he and his wife are expecting.

David Merlin (David Niven) in Bachelor Mother

Sort of an adoptive father. He falls for the son of Ginger Rogers (even though he's not even really her's either) just as much as he falls for Ginger. This is a lovely movie about how sometimes the best family is the one you make.

Sir Winterton (C. Aubrey Smith) in The Bachelor Father

This is definitely pre-code. It's about a man who nailed a lot of different women when he was young, and now wants to gather all of his several children (all by different mothers) that he's never met. This is one of my favorite movies from the early 1930s.

So who are some of your favorite dads from classic film?

By Katie Richardson

call me crazy...but... i like the heat...it feels hard and honest... yesterday...i dropped the top...and let the sun do its worst...i mean really...its not THAT hot if youre doing 85-ish and heading west...to the mountians... to the horse track... to play the ponies... to push your luck....HARD....

about 30 min out of the city....i stopped for a bevvie.. a quickie...iced coffe from starbucks... the hot felt good....(i know im crazy) so i sat down at one of the tables outside of starbucks to chillllax for a few min. and make a few phone calls...(its hard to talk on the phone when youre doing 85-ish with the top down and the music up) ..... soon a crowd of youngsters ...they looked like high schoolers but turned out to be college kids....they were gathering around an older dude...that i recognized...but ignored... their tshirts, buttons, and fliers gave them away as politico wannabes and the old dude was reveling in their unabashed adoration... eventually the "campaign manager" turned up...to "organize the interns" ..... thats when he turned his attention to me.... i had known it was coming...so i was ready ...i sat languidly sipping my coffee and crossed my legs... swinging a my six inch louboutins into the walkway.... and casually ran my fingers though my hair... tangles... an unavoidable top down consequence.... pushed my chanel sunglasses up off my eyes onto my head and smiled - as he presumptively sat down in other chair at "my" table....

sooo whats a pretty lil thing like you doing out in this heat?.... he asked

i smiled slightly and told him... im not the kind of girl that wilts....

he grinned, pulled his chair closer and...PATTED MY THIGH and said he like people who could "take the heat"....

im not joking...what style of OG old school game is that?????????

then he asked if i was ..."into politics"

--seriously.... the dude was working sooo hard to try to get my vote impress me with his political office-----that i almost felt sorry for him....ummmm honey im not one of those doe eyed sorority girls that wants to please you..... nope... i know more than your name...i know your record..

i responded.... "well lover... a more accurate statement would be that .... politicians are into me"

he sat back... i think the word LOVER...scared him...he looked down at the table... and fingered the key to SOW...

him: i saw you drive up....

me: i know...

him: i guess im just gonna ask...will you meet me for dinner later tonight

me: im heading pretty far west tonight love.... maybe next time

him: can i call you

me: only if you talk dirty

him: laughing

me: trust me sugar...im more trouble than you want...

him: you might be right

me: im rarely wrong

him: did'nt i meet you at a party for <insert politician here> last year

me: well i do like to think that if we had met....you'd remember

him: i remember... you had glasses and really high heeled shoes... he nodded toward my louboutins...

me: like i said sugar....you are already in waaay over your head...but ill let you tell yourself your sweating cause of the heat...

him: id really like to take you out sometime...

me: i know...

him: will you call me?

me: probably not...i dont call boys ...ever.... but one of my assistants might... you know.. if i had a parking ticket or something...

him: are you even gonna vote for me?

me: is that what the kids call it these days???

him: laughing...im not giving up on this

me: i know

then i picked up my key...and let him watch me walk to SOW...i might have turned up the jiggle a little more than normal... but whateves...im sweet slutty that way....

I pushed 90-ish getting to the racetrack...

thought my luck had run out...

til the 7th...

i walked outside into the heat..down past the track...round to the stables...down close... patted a few sweaty ponies... watched the grooms and jockeys pull saddles down and push bales of hay around... talked to an old friend ... and there in the heat with the ponies and the smell of sweat and leather and sweet hay and steamy wet piles of peat....picking my way around the dirty dusty path... with the sun beating down ...i cried...hot tears on hot sunburned cheeks ...i guess i just didnt want to carry it anymore...and right there...

i put down some of the emotional baggage id been carrying round for the last few weeks...

and i picked the trifecta...

it had a 2 thousand dollar payoff...not bad for a two dollar bet...

im not sure...but...

i think i feel my mojo coming back.....

xoxo

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again

-gene autry