McMoney from the McJob?
Imagine this, Rod Sterling
is natural selection still alive?
if you’ve got it, flaunt it
oh holy mother of fantastic sams
what in the name of flying colors?
This was not taken at the ren faire, or some sort of period-piece production, in fact is was taken at the Grove and this woman was doing nothing more than shopping. I give her high ratings for conceptualization and creativity but poor marks in effect and projection. Because really, what the hell is does this mean? “I am a damsel in fuschia distress but give me my platforms because it’s time to shop?”
butts are in!
I’m spreading goodwill
when this woman walked by…
…this woman sitting next to me says to her husband “oh my gosh, she looks like she’s made of plastic!” Then they happened to look over at me, and of course I’m taking a photo of her, so then the woman pulls out her camera phone and says to her husband “we have a camera on this, why don’t we ever use it?” So they got out their phone and started capturing the wonders of the Grove. I was so proud. It’s never too late to become a spy.
more people I feel incapable of relating to
It’s the people who hire private trainers/fitness gurus/exercise physiologists to help them get into shape using bouncing balls and yoga mats right smack in the middle of a very congested area of the beach. Now if I were so rich that I could spend my afternoons bouncing on Swedish balls while I paid someone $100 an hour to tell me I was doing a good job, I would certainly rather to it in a more secluded location, at least one where little brats with brand new D80s weren’t sneaking photos of me while I was trying to meditate and clear my mind of the pressure of having too much time and too much money.










