If I knew where I was going, I'd know more of where I've been
Don't you wish it were this easy? Average idiot on the street--"Gosh! I'm really dumb! I should read stuph!"
I have felt like this. Soooo many times.
When do *I* get a Piano of Doom? Damn it! Can I at least have the Tambourine of Doom? Something. I need one!
Plots have a way of doing this. :D
Grr argh?
*gigglesnort* Again, all from the Kittens of Darkness site. Hee.
Photos from the Jose Castro show were hard to find, I finally narrowed in on the UK Telegraph as a source. And I'm sooo glad I did.
This photo was snapped instants before this model collapsed backstage. It's an object lesson to all of us: models need oxygen, too.
©Copyright of Telegraph Media Group Limited. From the Jose Castro autumn/winter 2008/2009 collection, photographs by AP.
She needs oxygen, too, I think. And maybe a fetal monitor.
(At least...I'm praying she's preggers--if she's not, this is a really frightening new trend!)
A model wears a creation by Spanish fashion designer Jose Castro as part of his fall winter 2008-2009 ready-to-wear collection presented in Paris, Friday, Feb. 29, 2008. (AP Photo/Thibault Camus)(February 29, 2008)
Apparently not Jose Castro, he's a firm advocate of denying models oxygen...it's so sad. And this one, he's forcing her to move around in a bubble while she fights for air!
Tragic.
A model wears a creation by Spanish fashion designer Jose Castro as part of his fall winter 2008-2009 ready-to-wear collection presented in Paris, Friday, Feb. 29, 2008. (AP Photo/Thibault Camus) (February 29, 2008)
I just got up and I am so overwhelmingly uninterested in the youngest child's constant stream of babble. We make jokes about him having no internal monologue, but it's true--there is not a single thought that boy thinks that he doesn't have this massive urge to speak, out loud. Everything from telling us why he has something in the kitchen--plate, pot, slice of cheese--to what he's doing as he moves around the house--what room he's in now, or what chore he's doing, or what someone's asked of him.
And most of it? Consists of things I profoundly do not need to know. "I'm making coffee for Mom." Great, do that. "I'm washing this plate." Fine with me. "I need to do the catboxes." Wonderful. Don't tell me, I don't care.
*Psigh*. Just got up, and already, want to go right back to bed. Bah.