Awright, I've decided to treat myself to new shoes and a matching belt.  And by "new," I don't mean "found on the side of the road in amazingly good shape," I don't mean "abandoned by trouble4hire's former co-worker, I don't even mean "bought at Goodwill after obviously only having been worn once, for a bar mitzvah."  I mean "never before worn by anyone but me ( Read more... )

Running some errands yesterday, a woman told me that I was going into the Devil's shop. Where was I headed, you might ask. The liquor store? The sex-toy emporium? That shop where they sell all the lovely multicoloured glasswork?

Nope. I was going to Paper Source. So any of you going to make wedding announcements or greeting cards or party ( Read more... )