Woo Hoo

I would just like to thank the fine citizens of California for getting the repubs out of the governor’s castle.    That bytchface Swarzenegger has not o nly ruined the state, but also my eardrums,  my bank account (in the form of annual school fee hikes), and my LIFE. 

Prop 19 should have passed… boo….

And yay!   Carly Fiorina phucking lost!     

Okay, going away now.

I almost forgot to pimp Bozzers

Kate Bozzers, the goddess of wisdom and attenuated waistlines, started a line of jooree (aka jewelry) with her fabulous friend, Cher Coulter, who is a stylist to the stars and the owner of a rehabilitated neck, courtesy of Whoreland Bloom,  the wife of  a pregnant dingo named Miranda Kerr.

The line is called JewelMint (named after the color of  Bozzers’ left eyeball).   For $29.99 a month, you will be the (hypothetically) proud recipient of a new piece of jooree picked out by the goddess herself and Cher!   Their choice for you will be based on a style profile that you create on their website.   Never mind that you have no real options as far as creating one of these thingies!   Apparently one is either into boring, ugly, shit or fond of gallivanting around town with skinny jeans and bangle earrings weighing down their lobes.

I will have to pass on this Columbia House-styled jewelry project.   Just because.

If you’re curious, go HERE.

* In OTHER news, Kate and Vampire Weekend are still together.


Who is this woman pressing up against my boyfriend?

She’s so ephing wrong for this.  He’s doing his best not to offend her by shying away from this mauling, but I can tell from the stress in his fingers that he isn’t digging this.  

By the way, half the people reading this post (that means like, 1 person!) will think I am being quite serious about this.   No, person!  Ben Barnes is not my boyfriend.   But whenever the hell that is my educational career veers out of control, I like to loot his messboards in search of treasures such as this.