Dear Livejournal,
When am I going to learn to not buy shoes at the Salvation Army? I've been discreetly trying to hide crumbling leather dust on my black tights all day. It looks like my feet have dandruff. GROSS.
This week I watched an incredible documentary called The Natural History of the Chicken. I had no idea chickens had such strong personalities. It made me feel like my life is going to be bereft until I get a pet chicken, but I don't think the cats would appreciate that so I guess I will just have to deal.
The best part of the movie is about this lady named Karin Estrada who REALLY LOVES her Japanese Silkie Bantam named Cotton. She lives in this incredible decadent color coordinated house full of pseudo-Grecian statuary, fountains, and French Provencial furniture. Plus I learned that Cotton's favorite foods are corn on the cob and McDonald's hamburgers, and he loves to listen to opera.
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I don't know if I would want to live in this woman's world, but I sure would like to visit. This movie will really make you feel bad about eating chicken, so if that is a major part of your weekly diet I recommend avoiding this movie. I also do not recommend watching it if you are at a really emotional time of the month. For vegetarians and those not easily moved to tears over chickens in peril, it is a must see.
Last night I finished reading No Nice Girl Swears by Alice Leone Moats. I never heard of it before I found a copy at a used book sale at one of my sister libraries, but apparently it was a lifestyle book for women publishing sensation along the lines of He's Just Not That Into You (only not so damn lame) in the 1930s. It's a advice book for debutantes written in a very dry, sarcastic style. I really enjoyed it, even though this is not 1933 and I am too old and destitute to be a debutante.
Here is a picture of Alice Leone Moats, looking very glamorous.
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After I finished the last chapter ("Our Plastered Friends," a glossary of the different types of drunk folks and how to deal with them) I tried to start some goofy gothic romance but couldn't get into it. Maybe I'll find something better to read when we set up for our used book sale tomorrow.
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I'VE BEEN THERE, Uncle Karl.