I love going to the store and seeing a pocket dictionary because... its such a specific item. "I don't know that many words.... and I'm going out."
I think vests are all about protection. You know, like life vests protect you from drowning, and a bulletproof vest protects you from getting shot. And the sweater vest protects you from pretty girls. "Leave me alone. Can't you see I'm cold just right here?"
I love New York women. They are so interesting. And there are so many women's shops. Women's Shops all over the city. There are women's bookstores.... Of course there's no humor section in them...
'Aliens' in 30 seconds, re-enacted by bunnies
Bush has good old fashioned temper tantrum
The President, visibly upset, stomped off the stage when reporters pressed him about his relationship with Lay and left White House press secretary Scott McClellan to deal with the questions.
By the way, just a note: I find Liz Marlantes of the Christian Science Monitor (seen weekly on Chris Matthews' Sunday morning show) almost as sexy as I did Andrea Pelosi when she worked in the White House Press Corp. She's a new addition to my list of intellectual gen-y'ers that I have school boy crushes on.
Also, lest you think me too eager to subscribe to a very WASP-y, self-analytical, Gen-Y social construct, I am trying to find a new title for my blog. It's new and still finding its identity. "My Cushy and Alienated Life" is a quote from Six Feet Under, but I'm not happy with it. My first title was "The infinite Litany of Nothingness," but I'm not sure that actually means anything. So, anyway... I'm trying to find a new title which more accurately reflects the blog and is still something requisitely witty and urbane. Maybe I'll just call it "Something Witty and Urbane." Any suggestions are welcome.