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Shower when I feel like it, sometimes evening, sometimes morning. But I really miss having a BIG bath tub to soak in in the winter. The one i have now is like a foot bath. : (
NEVER 3X in one day! Snappy, you go too far dear!!
I wear tons of gold and have Faberge eggs ALL OVER my apt.
Posted by: brighton beoch at August 27, 2009 12:50 PM
Me too! I also have a marvelous collection of giant carved jade dragons, and I’ve scattered about my living room a few tasteful, battery-powered feng shui fountains with rotating plastic balls.
wow, Dominick Dunne died. His articles in Vanity Fair were super interesting. That is the ultimate fantasy: super-rich, brainiac writer going to parties every night and also being the lurker taking down impressions for future essays.
Shower when I feel like it, sometimes evening, sometimes morning. But I really miss having a BIG bath tub to soak in in the winter. The one i have now is like a foot bath. : (
NEVER 3X in one day! Snappy, you go too far dear!!
“Mr. Champion, we demand to see your birth certificate.”
OH SHITZKY….THE BIRTHERS ARE HERE!!!!!
I try to have sex in the back of a cab in every country I visit. Certainly a few times in NYC but not since I moved to brooklyn.
I keep going through the Arecibo livery drivers to find the right one to invite in.
I saw that Jester…I love watching his show on TruTV.
jeeez DIBS I was just kidding!!! SNAPPY, DON’T DOC SHOP!
wow. sounds awesome.
“The place was SUPER HOT! Everyone was pushing up against each other all sweaty.”
OK, I take it back. The cab driver wasn’t trying to avoid taking you to w’burg. you really did smell.
Never in a taxi, but yes in a car. Lost my damned glasses too…never found them. Oh well…they were ugly glasses anyway.
I wear tons of gold and have Faberge eggs ALL OVER my apt.
Posted by: brighton beoch at August 27, 2009 12:50 PM
Me too! I also have a marvelous collection of giant carved jade dragons, and I’ve scattered about my living room a few tasteful, battery-powered feng shui fountains with rotating plastic balls.
wow, Dominick Dunne died. His articles in Vanity Fair were super interesting. That is the ultimate fantasy: super-rich, brainiac writer going to parties every night and also being the lurker taking down impressions for future essays.