Patchoulia

better not be sold out or this schwa. is gonna go fuckin' apeshit

Do I have to pay extra for that?

I'm hearing this is sold out?

Fuuuck..that would suck..me and my posse haven't go tickets.

Any confirmation on this?

I wish it wasn't so chilly out..tonight is THE perfect occasion for my funk pants and pink sequined cowboy hat..but the funk parts are a little bit flimsy..

I'm not sure if I should be alarmed by this or not

it happens all the time ,nothing to worry about but if other things start falling off get to the dr.

Dammit! There goes my left boob!

I shall mourn Leftie. She was one of my favourites.

I think Ottawa would be wise to work this into a tourism campaign..something along the lines of...

Come to Ottawa! Our Nation's Capital! And the home of the world's ONLY city-dwelling troupe of acrobatic deer!

C'mon. It's genius.

"Withnail and I" has been sitting on my shelf for years, unwatched. It was foisted upon me by someone whose taste in movies I found to be suspect. But I guess I'll give it a look if you recommend it.

I was trying to remember the exact wording of that quote and was too damn lazy to Google it...but you got the reference anyway..good job!

I will rent it (almost) immediately, based upon your declaration of brilliance alone.

I have to assume that one of the beauties of Cougarism is that the older you (as the Cougar) get, your pool of potential prey just keeps growing...

I have not seen "How to Get Ahead in Advertising"...is there a mole-falling-off theme of which I should be aware?

MamaPink--It was HUGE!

The funny thing about this particular mole was that I had a mole in that location my entire life. A teeny, tiny floppy one--that got ripped off in an amateur wrestling match* with a guy in my residence in first year university.

Then it grew back..and kept growing..I had a dermatologist look at it a couple of years ago because it concerned me (he assured me it wasn't skin cancer). Me and the new, rapidly growing mole peacefully co-existed until its recent, unceremonious abandonment of my neck.

------------------------

*Not a cleverly veiled euphemism for anything illicit. I think it was an argument over the TV remote that got out of hand.

i had a little one, one day I was tossing my man-bag (aka murse, if you will) over my shoulder and I accidently caught it ... a couple of days later the damn thing came right off. My neck is still intact.

Sounds like you could use a third arm on which to sling your murse..

I have..er..HAD..this mole on my neck.

It fell off.

Yup--fell off.

I'm not sure if I should be alarmed by this or not.

On one hand, people pay good money for cosmetic mole removal.

On the other hand, I shudder to think this could be a harbinger of things to come..such as other body parts or appendages falling off.

What's a newly moleless girl to do?

Bon Jovi?

Now you're talkin' my language....

I'm soo livin' on a prayer.

Hallelujah the Buckley version--holy crap, I'm with you on that. They used it in an episode of the West Wing and the first 2 notes had me tearing up.

In an unrelated note, the last time I was at Lee's Palace for a show (I'm not ashamed to admit it was the Spin Doctors in '05), my friend had her drink doctored (in a bad way) when she set it down while we were dancing. I've never seen anyone go from being slightly tipsy to (literally) falling down and slurring in about 20 minutes.

This random PSA brought to you by the folks over at the Police Department and the letter "R".

Oh' date=' and, fluffhead, FYI, the next time I see you (and mattyp for that matter), I will be performing (juuuuuust for you!) a rousing rendition of the Golden Girls theme song, complete with geriatric dance moves.

Whether you like it or not...but how could you not like it? That's gold, baby, gold![/quote']

Where's my dance ? ? ?

Hmmm, did they ever have a crossover show between the Golden Girls and the Solid Gold Dancers?

Sorry, Matty. I do have a sore throat--god knows I don't want to butcher the GG theme song!

Friday (12 times)

bahahahahahahahaha...

I am picturing a deer, flitting down the sidewalk, vaulting park benches, pirouetting on mailboxes and possibly singing Christmas carols. Good times!

Perchance a group hallucination?

From the sounds of this deer's acrobatic escapades, I had to ask..

I love that Burt shot...soo classic...the "Burt Reynolds on a Bearskin Rug" chest is the standard by which all other hairy chests are judged!

Yay!

I love these shows.

The other song I meant to mention is, "Climb to Safety"--Widespread Panic. The lyrics of that song kill me every fucking time..it's the most romantic song I've ever heard.

I had a fucking asshole landlord that perpetrated the following:

1. Insisted upon post-dated cheques (even though, I later found out, it's illegal to do that).

2. When he lost a cheque, requested another one. When I provided one, he proceded, 3 months later, to cash the initial cheque that I had written (my bad for not cancelling it).

3. When I pointed out the issue, he wrote me a cheque to cover the additional money he had extracted from my bank account--when the cheque bounced, he generously offered me a free month's rent.

4. When I told him we were moving out and were only giving him 6 weeks' notice--he put up a huge stink--despite the cheque debacle of the previous month.

5. Shortly after indicating we were moving out, my boyfriend came home, unexpectedly, and found a locksmith, with the door off the hinges, changing the locks. oooh...it was a mistake!

6. When I stayed in the house 2 days over the end of the month, the landlord wanted me to pay rent for those days--when I mentioned the interest he owed me for "last months rent", he claimed that wasn't right..yet he didn't fight me for it...

Haider Khan, Toronto. Never rent from him.

In other random celebrity musings, is it just me, or is this woman looking more and more like an alien every day?

Ollie, can we really take seriously anything a man says, who not only loves Bobby, but proudly proclaims his own suckitude in his signature? I think not.