The Duality of Obese Pets (Really Depressing yet Totally Cute)

Feb 05, 2004 15:31

I wiped out on the icy sidewalk last night, upon my flat and padding-less bottom, on my way to watch "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" at Jen's house. Now my neck aches and have felt sort of bewildered all day (?). SO NOT WORTH IT (as if I even have to write that). Incidentally, Alan Moore is the reason why I will never fully respect comic books, though I do enjoy thinking about him stroking his mountain man beard, contemplating what a genius he is. My main purpose of the visit to Jen's, anyway, was to visit her morbidly obese dog (who could barely lift up its head to greet me).

(Seriously, Misha and I are worse than like country-craft-type mothers, we make AT LEAST a quarterly visit to each record store in the village that we know has cats, just to visit aminals that we love!! PS: there is one record store with a REAL LIFE GARFIELD who I love to harass! he sleeps in a box, and is so fat he has huge mats on his sides because he can't groom himself.)

My new tweedy layout (scanned from a skirt I have yet to wear, I can't fucking take this weather anymore) inspired me to find MORE tweed fabric, so that I can finally make the purse/scarf combo and tote bag I have been meaning to make since the dawn of time. I found a really good and cheap fabric website (http://www.fashionfabricsclub.com), I recommend it to everyone (now that I have already bought the fabrics that I like and will use). I am going to dress like that 1930's library room in the Brooklyn Museum that I love. Tweeds and wood and the stale smell of cigars/scotch.
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