Like, for example, when I get to spend the day in New York City with these fine bitches and MOTHERFUCKING DARA TORRES.
And to answer your questions, yes, I do enjoy the comfortable footwear (though those Chucks *are* covered in sequins
- FANCY!), and no, it is not an optical illusion, Dara Torres’ legs
really do look like that — i.e., like she could snap some dude’s neck
with just her thighs, like Darryl Hannah’s replicant character did in Blade Runner.
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NOT THAT DARA TORRES IS A REPLICANT, I WOULD NEVER SAY OR EVEN INSINUATE SUCH A THING.
*cough* skin job *cough*
Following this substantial bit of weirdness I continued marching on in the parade of unreality, meeting a friend for drinks who I hadn’t seen or spoken to in literally twenty years until he found me on Facebook a week ago. For those of you keeping score at home, that means I was EIGHTEEN the last time I spoke to this person. It was the 1980s, fer crissakes.
Facebook: There Is No Escaping Your Past, Resistance Is Futile, GIVE UP.
Facebook: There’s Nowhere To Run, Nowhere To Hide, IT KNOWS ALL, SEES ALL.
Facebook: Why Yes, You DO Need Another (Lil) Green Patch Request GODDAMMIT.
Hope everyone has a Happy Easter (if you’re into that sort of thing) or Passover (if you’re into that sort of thing) or Pagan Rite Of Spring (if you’re into that sort of thing). Whatever you’re into and wherever you are, stop for a moment and admire the daffodils this weekend before they’re gone.
