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Morning Music

American Girl - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

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Jack sleeps on my pillow pretty much every night, and I allow it because he is super spoiled. This morning, I woke up with my head barely on the bottom corner of the pillow, as Jack decided he needed all of the pillow real estate. And instead of getting pissed or moving him, I said “aww” and took his picture. Can you be a crazy cat lady with only one cat?


Well, now I know what I’m wearing next July 4th!

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Richard Cheese, “Enter Sandman”


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I know it’s called Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but madthoughts and I agree that the movie’s really about Cameron.



theshalom:

Robocop on a unicorn?

Sure, why not.


Apparently JA posts cost you 3 tumblarity points. :)

I got served.

FYI, my tumblarity is one point below Julia Allison. What does this say about me? What does this say about her?

I was taunted and threatened with physical violence repeatedly in high school for being a “freak”, so it’s not like I have any aspirations to be the fucking homecoming queen. Just something to make you go hmm.

P.S. I have a JA grudge because she asked the WORST question at the Kevin Smith Q&A at Carnegie Hall last month. It almost ruined my night.

P.P.S. Why do I know who JA is, anyway? I blame Gawker.



madthoughts:

The crazy language if the Welsh.

My people are a strange bunch, aren’t they? You know what I learned about my heritage today? They have a bizarre language I will never master and they produce delicious cheese. Oh, and the stories they tell seem very dark.



whatevermethinks:

bohemea:

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you’re going I’m going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There’s such a lot of world to see.
We’re after the same rainbow’s end—
waiting ‘round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Breakfast At Tiffany’s, 1961



whatevermethinks:

bohemea:

Lynda Carter

kittykittybangbang wants more stories.  I have all these random stories about “celebrities” from my life of living in LA and NYC and my father being in the entertainment business for a nanosecond and my life in PR, marketing and distribution.  Not to mention some weird random celebrity encounters around the world.

I will let the world of tumblr prompt my stories - so here is the first.

Lynda Carter

Two people from work actually met her at a cd signing the other night, but I have come across her several times.  She lives in Potomac, MD, her husband owns a gaming business in Rockville, MD and she seems to love American Ballet Theatre.  This translates to seeing her in Saks 5th Ave twice; the first time she was buying some make-up and the next it was sunglasses.  When buying the sunglasses I think she had just bought an ipod which she loaded with books on tape because she was telling anyone who would listen how great it was to listen to books all day.

I come from a family of ballet lovers. My parents were “patrons” of American Ballet Theatre in NYC.  This meant they gave $$$$ and for giving money you received special perks.  I also did my high school year internship at ABT.  So there were several evenings at Lincoln Center that were attended by me and Wonder Woman.

And the craziest thing is I had an album of hers in the late 70’s all I remember is she had a song that went something like “Toto I have a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore.”

Woo hoo!!!




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snuh:

My money is on the cat.


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