...but you can't take the hattan out of the girl.
trading this island for some others.
back in about 2 weeks.
g i r l h a t t a n
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
islands in the stream
you can take the girl out of the hattan...
...but you can't take the hattan out of the girl.
trading this island for some others.
back in about 2 weeks.
...but you can't take the hattan out of the girl.
trading this island for some others.
back in about 2 weeks.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
g e n i u s
TOM CRUISE KILLS OPRAH
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http://www.mjmorningshow.com/timages/page/media/Tom_Cruise_Kills_Oprah.mov
more faking it
this thingamajiggy, called the polaroid-o-nizer, is so awesome.
it turns any boring-ass digital pic into a quaint-looking "polaroid" - with caption!
it turns any boring-ass digital pic into a quaint-looking "polaroid" - with caption!
Thursday, June 23, 2005
quote of the day: "the universe can tell if you're faking"
me: the thing is, i decided i was over him.
jh: i know!
me: i said it like, 6 times. "i'm so over him. i'm just over him. i'm so over him." and then today he called. and he was like, "you know we have a connection."
jh: ohmygod.
me: so that's what you need to do. say it out loud: "i'm over him."
jh: but i need to feel over him. the universe can tell if you're faking.
jh: i know!
me: i said it like, 6 times. "i'm so over him. i'm just over him. i'm so over him." and then today he called. and he was like, "you know we have a connection."
jh: ohmygod.
me: so that's what you need to do. say it out loud: "i'm over him."
jh: but i need to feel over him. the universe can tell if you're faking.
can you hear me now?
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
omg!
i know i've been in a weird star wars mood lately but would you look at this????
{via latest LJ images}
{via latest LJ images}
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
did i mention?
did i mention that i went to coney island this weekend?
it was, um... overcast.
no, not overcast.
seriously apocalyptic clouds rolled in.
it was, um... overcast.
no, not overcast.
seriously apocalyptic clouds rolled in.
it's showtime...
so my mom does this to me all the time. she says, do you want to go with me to a party on monday? and i say, sure. and then when i show up at the apollo and there are TV cameras and a red carpet i realize it's a benefit, with celebrities, and a Big Deal.
the next thing i know i am sipping champagne and shaking hands with percy sutton, watching sheryl lee ralph, tonya lewis lee (aka spike's wife) and lynne whitfield work the crowd.
performing were boyz II men, vanessa williams, chuck jackson and gerald levert.... p. diddy announced the first act, then vanished.
later mom was drunk and we were all dancing to "lean back" when i realized it was monday and not a good night to go on and on til the break of dawn. i scored a ride home, which was awesome... but the gift bag was eh.
the next thing i know i am sipping champagne and shaking hands with percy sutton, watching sheryl lee ralph, tonya lewis lee (aka spike's wife) and lynne whitfield work the crowd.
performing were boyz II men, vanessa williams, chuck jackson and gerald levert.... p. diddy announced the first act, then vanished.
later mom was drunk and we were all dancing to "lean back" when i realized it was monday and not a good night to go on and on til the break of dawn. i scored a ride home, which was awesome... but the gift bag was eh.
quick hits
{ i really really really love this.}
file under: advertising your personal issues on the subway
the other day i saw a woman reading a book titled:
When Pleasing Others is Hurting You
file under: advertising your personal issues on the subway
the other day i saw a woman reading a book titled:
Monday, June 20, 2005
je m'amuse
things i find amusing:
1.
the upcoming release from the p-funk allstars will be called:
H.L.D.Y.H.T.B.B.Y.A. (How Late Do You Have To Be Before You're Absent)
2.
there is a band called i love you but i've chosen darkness.
their t-shirts used to be sold out but they seem to be back in stock.
3.
1.
the upcoming release from the p-funk allstars will be called:
H.L.D.Y.H.T.B.B.Y.A. (How Late Do You Have To Be Before You're Absent)
2.
there is a band called i love you but i've chosen darkness.
their t-shirts used to be sold out but they seem to be back in stock.
3.
le internet
more about the seven new york party at frederick's is here - twj is in the background of one of the pix.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
here's what happened.
so here's what happened.
friday night i'm at home, getting dressed, sort of jumping up and down and listening to mcr and fatboy slim and upbeat tunes like that.
i've got on my black is the new black t-shirt and wide-leg pinstriped trousers and my mexican cowboy belt made from a dead white cobra, a feather in my hair and my eagle ring. some pseudo-indigenous-peoples makeup and i'm out the door.
i get on the F train and meet hrh at the bway-lafayette stop. we ride up to 57th street and go to this club called frederick's. it's a party for seven new york, the fashiony store that carries avant-garde designers like jeremy scott, as four and imitation of christ.
frederick's is located across the street from the plaza hotel. it's a plushy plush kind of lounge with red carpet and low couches -
and seeing all these downtown people hanging out uptown was bizarre.
i feel sure that staff was not used to seeing some of the inventive ensembles the fashion kids were wearing.
more bjork than brooks brothers.
the beautiful concept henry was DJing when we got there, and there was free vodka, so we parked ourselves on a couch and watched the show. really interesting shoes, lots of sparkles, lots of white on white.
i spotted my dentist, who happens to be dreamy-hot and related to as four. he hopped in my lap for a photo op. i also ran into josh, who told me he'd be at orchard bar later.
after twj showed up we walked down 58th street - the boys were going to take me to the web - the gaysian club next to tao - but there was a $10 cover so we walked over to the townhouse.
talk about old school.
i am used to being the only woman in a gay bar, but i am not used to being the youngest.
well-dressed, impeccably groomed khaki-clad older gentlemen were drinking martinis and singing along as the piano player banged out "everything's coming up roses."
it was entertaining, sort of like an anthropological study.
and more than one gray-haired gent inquired about the meaning of my t-shirt.
but i headed downtown. stopped by orchard bar to say hi to josh, and then popped into kush to holler at nnadi.
saturday i had many many errands to run: the post office, kinko's, crate and barrel...
around 9:30 i went over to DJ workhorse's apartment for a beer before heading out to see the roughstars.
we were expecting my girl james, but she was having transportation troubles, so we left without her.
since it was just the two of us, workhorse rode me on the back of his cute lil vintage vespa.
as we scooted over the williamsburg bridge at about 30 mph, i actually felt a breeze, despite the crazy humidity.
the water was all sparkly and i didn't feel like i might die, the way i used to sometimes on my ex's motorcycle.
we got to galapagos with plenty of time to spare,
and james made it before the band went on.
the roughstars ROCK.
cornelius and vito are so passionate on stage, and the crazy energetic music hits hard.
it was a great show - short and raucous.
after the show, james and i walked over to bembe. it was steamy and sexy in there, afrocubanlatinbrazilian style.
steffan was playing tunes and duda was behind the bar.
james made the acquaintance of a handsome young man named juan carlos, and i ran into my friend luis from lucky strike/rialto.
workhorse showed up with a couple of girls, and then the six of us -
workhorse and isis on the vespa; juan carlos, james, katherine and i in a cab -
went to apt, where the music was bangin' and the members of the roughstars were on the dancefloor.
we danced and danced and danced...
until they shut down, at around 4:30am.
james sent juan carlos home and went with me to grab a slice of pizza -
(i hadn't had any dinner)
and then i ran into my old buddy etienne de yans... but the sun was coming up.
birds were singing. people were going to the gym. it was time to go home. i got in at 5:30 and slept soundly.
sunday rachael helped me finally make all my stencil dreams come true:
benicio on felt is the new black!
(stencil pix TK)
friday night i'm at home, getting dressed, sort of jumping up and down and listening to mcr and fatboy slim and upbeat tunes like that.
i've got on my black is the new black t-shirt and wide-leg pinstriped trousers and my mexican cowboy belt made from a dead white cobra, a feather in my hair and my eagle ring. some pseudo-indigenous-peoples makeup and i'm out the door.
i get on the F train and meet hrh at the bway-lafayette stop. we ride up to 57th street and go to this club called frederick's. it's a party for seven new york, the fashiony store that carries avant-garde designers like jeremy scott, as four and imitation of christ.
frederick's is located across the street from the plaza hotel. it's a plushy plush kind of lounge with red carpet and low couches -
and seeing all these downtown people hanging out uptown was bizarre.
i feel sure that staff was not used to seeing some of the inventive ensembles the fashion kids were wearing.
more bjork than brooks brothers.
the beautiful concept henry was DJing when we got there, and there was free vodka, so we parked ourselves on a couch and watched the show. really interesting shoes, lots of sparkles, lots of white on white.
i spotted my dentist, who happens to be dreamy-hot and related to as four. he hopped in my lap for a photo op. i also ran into josh, who told me he'd be at orchard bar later.
after twj showed up we walked down 58th street - the boys were going to take me to the web - the gaysian club next to tao - but there was a $10 cover so we walked over to the townhouse.
talk about old school.
i am used to being the only woman in a gay bar, but i am not used to being the youngest.
well-dressed, impeccably groomed khaki-clad older gentlemen were drinking martinis and singing along as the piano player banged out "everything's coming up roses."
it was entertaining, sort of like an anthropological study.
and more than one gray-haired gent inquired about the meaning of my t-shirt.
but i headed downtown. stopped by orchard bar to say hi to josh, and then popped into kush to holler at nnadi.
saturday i had many many errands to run: the post office, kinko's, crate and barrel...
around 9:30 i went over to DJ workhorse's apartment for a beer before heading out to see the roughstars.
we were expecting my girl james, but she was having transportation troubles, so we left without her.
since it was just the two of us, workhorse rode me on the back of his cute lil vintage vespa.
as we scooted over the williamsburg bridge at about 30 mph, i actually felt a breeze, despite the crazy humidity.
the water was all sparkly and i didn't feel like i might die, the way i used to sometimes on my ex's motorcycle.
we got to galapagos with plenty of time to spare,
and james made it before the band went on.
the roughstars ROCK.
cornelius and vito are so passionate on stage, and the crazy energetic music hits hard.
it was a great show - short and raucous.
after the show, james and i walked over to bembe. it was steamy and sexy in there, afrocubanlatinbrazilian style.
steffan was playing tunes and duda was behind the bar.
james made the acquaintance of a handsome young man named juan carlos, and i ran into my friend luis from lucky strike/rialto.
workhorse showed up with a couple of girls, and then the six of us -
workhorse and isis on the vespa; juan carlos, james, katherine and i in a cab -
went to apt, where the music was bangin' and the members of the roughstars were on the dancefloor.
we danced and danced and danced...
until they shut down, at around 4:30am.
james sent juan carlos home and went with me to grab a slice of pizza -
(i hadn't had any dinner)
and then i ran into my old buddy etienne de yans... but the sun was coming up.
birds were singing. people were going to the gym. it was time to go home. i got in at 5:30 and slept soundly.
sunday rachael helped me finally make all my stencil dreams come true:
benicio on felt is the new black!
(stencil pix TK)
Thursday, June 09, 2005
more hot interracial couple news
from the new york post:
SEAL went bombastic on paparazzi yesterday afternoon — and for a good reason. The singer and his heavily pregnant wife, Heidi Klum, were having lunch at Bar Pitti when, "Eight paparazzi show up with still cameras and video cameras," our spy said. When Seal and Klum got up to leave with her daughter Leni, they were "bombarded because [the lensers] wanted to get a shot of Seal pushing the baby carriage. When Heidi tried to move out of the way, she stumbled on the cameramen and almost fell." Seal "went nuts on the paparazzi trying to hit them. He was restrained by a friend who had to physically hold him back." Klum's rep didn't return calls.
¡proteck ya neck!
SEAL went bombastic on paparazzi yesterday afternoon — and for a good reason. The singer and his heavily pregnant wife, Heidi Klum, were having lunch at Bar Pitti when, "Eight paparazzi show up with still cameras and video cameras," our spy said. When Seal and Klum got up to leave with her daughter Leni, they were "bombarded because [the lensers] wanted to get a shot of Seal pushing the baby carriage. When Heidi tried to move out of the way, she stumbled on the cameramen and almost fell." Seal "went nuts on the paparazzi trying to hit them. He was restrained by a friend who had to physically hold him back." Klum's rep didn't return calls.
¡proteck ya neck!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
hot interracial photo of the day
today i am all hot and bothered by the interracial FOURSOME called davidimanheidiseal!!!!
move over rosario and jason....
oh, my. i feel rather faint from the heat....
*thump*
move over rosario and jason....
oh, my. i feel rather faint from the heat....
*thump*
Monday, June 06, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
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