- I love TEXAS football, and am firmly convinced we're gonna stomp a mudhole in Ohio State's ass on the upcoming epic Saturday night, but this Bill Little shill is still the worst, most sacharine, cliched writer of all time. Excuse me while I throw up through my nose. Think that's bad? You should read the bullshit he spews when the 'Horns lose one.
- Purple Drank (whose GA Girls photo essay/article thing in the recent White Stripes/Damian Marley FADER might as well have been an epic poem about South Atlanta--prom dress on the suburban track-mansion deck like what!) posted this up a while back, and I forgot about it, but ATL folks are gonna love this exhaustive retrospective of all Monica Kaufman's many hair-do's. Old bird used to live across the street from my boy Ian, and even shopped at the Kroger when I was 16 and
working there robbing them blind.
- I often refer to boring blogs that are all, "so then my awesome friend Sara called and we had the most hilarious conversation while Sammy (my cat, isn't he the cutest!) lay on my face, yakk, yakk, what's the fucking point already?" as "What I Had For Dinner" blogs, but my erudite friend Luisa's Wednesday's Chef blog actually is about what she had for dinner, and it's great. That's what I'm talking about, y'all. Focus. Words are making me fucking hungry.
- Finally, big up to the Onion for keeping their sense of humor yet not pulling any punches about the worst thing I've ever seen.
