One of the things I love most about going on vacation is ignoring the news flow. I have grown up constantly monitoring television and radio and newspapers, as if the world will somehow stop spinning if I'm not paying attention. But there is something immensely refreshing about going on vacation and not paying attention to any of it. If something happened last week, I don't know about it. Wheeee! Ignorance is bliss.
Truth is so depressing. If only I could wrap myself in a little cocoon. Or better yet, if someone would do it for me.
I know it's mean and juvenile, but I cannot get over the fact that one half of Britain's first gay union couple looks like Batman nemesis The Penguin.
Yep, that's what put an end to my career in film.
I have trouble believing that this woman's hair is real. I also have trouble believing that she's a woman.
I have had this link sitting in my inbox for several weeks now. It's not a bear in a tree, but, hey, close enough.
(Thanks to Huw)
Whereas this link, sent to me by Curly, has only been sitting in my inbox for two weeks. The past month or so seems to have been lost to... uhm, I'm not sure. I wish I could say that I've just been drinking heavily, but really I've just been shit at keeping on top of things.
"'Belgian' citizens are actually innocent (for the most part) people (for the most part) that have been kidnapped by the New World Order's Belgian Conspiracy division and brainwashed"
I always suspected there was something strange about my Belgian friend, Stephi.
Good name for a band: Nipple Reconstruction