Monday, January 29, 2007
1. Satin does not look good on anyone, unless you can stand throughout. Sleep in a pair of satin pajamas, then look at yourself the next morning. Assuming your hair and makeup look fabulous, would you really want to wear that wrinkled outfit? I didn't think so.
2. Those who were "hits" last week were mostly "hits" this week. Last week's fuglies apparently did not invest in mirrors in the past few days. Of the pictures I saw, I didn't see anything too horrendous.
3. Several of Yahoo's collection of 641 photos from the event included candid party pics from the floor of the theatre. In real life, these are somewhat cheesy photos of friends mugging for the camera. Sometimes they look great, but most of the time at least one participant has his eyes closed, or is looking the other way, or..., or... Alas - every party pic from last night (that I saw) involved beautiful people looking directly at the camera. I wonder what happens to the bad photos.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
By the time I reached my desk, one TH remained in place, and the other was at mid-thigh. As I walked around the office, they continued to creep lower, and I stepped into the ladies' room to hike them up. Somewhere between my office and the IT department, the right TH became a knee high. Another trip to my mailbox resulted in a not-so-subtle hike up under my desk. By mid-morning, I was content to live with knee highs until lunch. At noon, I took three flights of stairs down to my parking lot. When I stepped out the door, I realized that my THs were now puddled around my ankles and dragging in the slush. I laughed all the way to my car!
So classy. They are in the trash now. I went back to work wearing a frumpy pair of suntan-colored pantyhose.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
A few colleagues stopped by my office this afternoon to visit and/or discuss work related issues. For some reason, none of them cared to venture inside and instead stood in the doorway. Wonder if it was the Cheesy Chicken Tortilla soup and sour cream and chive-flavored potato chips I had for lunch?
Today's road rage moment involved a red pickup who passed me on the right in the ENTRANCE RAMP LANE on the interstate. My bird flew adamantly.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
However, I LOVE the fashion. Admittedly, I don't know shit about haute couture, but I can distinguish "fugly" from "beautiful." Also, I apparently like color, even though the Golden Globes brought out lots of white-ish dresses.
My Top Beautifuls (courtesy of MSN or Yahoo):
Helen Mirren (modesty is highly underrated)
Reese Witherspoon (I LOVE her red shoes - so ballsy)
America Ferrera (Aha! Something a normal woman would wear)
And of course, my Top Fuglys (courtesy of MSN or Yahoo), which all things considered (i.e. Bjork's swan dress) aren't THAT bad:
Ellen Pompeo (a little too tan for January, and why is the "scarf" portion of her dress built-in to her ass?)
Renee Zellweger (looks just like me wrapped in a towel after a shower)
Vanessa Williams (where do I start?)
Monday, January 15, 2007
Current temperature is 3 F, but according to weather.com, it "feels like" -7 F. Intellicast.com tells me it "feels like" a balmy -3 F. Whatever. It "feels like" it's FRIGID.
Apparently today's online weather consumer is unfamiliar with the term "wind chill."
Nonetheless, I am grateful for the roof and four walls that surround me, and for the gas and electricity that warms me.