Fresh off the plane, where I spent roughly five and a half hours sitting next to the cutest little lab puppies and their super-kind handlers- bred at Guide Dogs of America Los Angeles and bound for a GDANYC trade-off, Keegan met me at Jamaica Station. (Cabs to and from the airport are such a money & time suck, Birds; between the traffic and bad weather, they don’t get you to your destination any faster and cost a lot more.)
From the train, we went to his apartment. (By the way, did I mention to you that I’m back in New York for awhile?)
Click here to finish reading yesterday: queens for a day . . .
what is wrong with this picture?, originally uploaded by jacqueline.fonte.
kyle burdett is in it.
he is a for sure shot-ruiner . . .
Anyways, just a couple of nugs, out for some grub.
Horns and friends and twins and bad bitches forever. And ever.
“Feelin’ Good” – Nina Simone
Pretty Birds, I’m back from Big Bear (more on those shenanigans later), and last night was Tuesday . . . Taco Tuesday.
Now, I’m not sure why New York City hasn’t quite caught on to Taco Tuesday, but let’s just say I’ve totalllly missed it.
For those of you in New York wondering what the heck Taco Tuesday is . . . It’s basically a sweet amalgamation of [...]
I haven’t seen my Womb Buddy (aka twin brother) since late April, maybe early May, but due to special, mind-boggling powers, I know that he needs a haircut.
What did I decide to do about it?
Sent him a text message of course . . . Here’s the conversation we had as I ate breakfast for lunch.
ME: Dear WB, miss you, but glad you’re not [...]
A midget, a gypsy, a Jew, and a troll.
[...]
Not much has changed since this photo was taken way back in 1989.
My dad doesn’t have that mustache anymore, but I’ll bet he still has and wears that shirt. I’m not in diapers anymore, but my forehead-to-rest-of-face ratio hasn’t changed all that much. My twin brother, Womb Buddy, still looks exactly the same, and in a couple of years, will have the same amount of hair [...]
Never failed anybody’s wardrobe.
Neither did hot pink hair or a little falafel.
A slice a day keeps the doctor away.
The Solomon R. . . .
R. Guggen . . .
Genheim . . .
Ashes to Ashes a la Guggenheim.
Womb Buddy has a certain brand of close friends: losers. There are some decent people in the mix, like his girlfriend, Becky, and his small, pint-sized, gollem-like friend, Timmy. And yeah, if you meet Timmy, he will remind you of the physically handi-capped kid, aptly named Timmy, from South Park. This Timmy character, and WB’s friend, Joel- almost normal, except he is always crashing his cars- I like, but shhhh, don’t tell [...]
W-I-N!
Except, the other day, my Womb Buddy- as I refer to my twin brother- was kind of a fail.
He sends me a text message that says something like, “haha you’re last two blog posts were really funny.”
Duh, of course they were. I’m not my father, who still, in this day and age, cracks freaking Pollack jokes. Yeah.
Jesus though, WB is seriously archaic. Who texts about a blog post when you [...]
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W-I-N!
Except, the other day, my Womb Buddy- as I refer to my twin brother- was kind of a fail.
He sends me a text message that says something like, “haha you’re last two blog posts were really funny.”
Duh, of course they were. I’m not my father, who still, in this day and age, cracks freaking Pollack jokes. Yeah.
Jesus though, WB is seriously archaic. Who texts about a blog post when you [...]