2000-12-15 | 05:20:22

when one buys oneself a red feather boa, one must ask oneself..."will i have enough opportunities to wear this fluffy bit of decadence to justify the expenditure?" but when one needs a boa for one's ginger of gilligan's island halloween costume, one overlooks such dilemmas and slaps down the $7.99.

when one finds oneself invited to a glam rock-themed christmas show, one must clap their hands in glee! for that is a feather boa-wearing event if there ever was one!

a huge line-up of long beach bands playing in a warehouse space in a slim shady neighborhood. 19 bands. one night. one boa. i'm even gonna help sell cds and t-shirts. don't kid yourself, that boa is gonna draw customers like florida voters to a dimpled chad, baby.

from the "don't you love when that happens" file, i hit up a teenage girl-type accessory store and scored some glam rock jewelry at 50% off: a black fabric bracelet with "rock" spelled out in fake mini rhinestones, a silver metal choker and a pair of silver earrings, the left of which says "rock," the right of which says "star." when one finds oneself clutching a handful of silver glam rock jewelry, one must ask oneself..."will i have enough opportunities to wear this shiny bit of decadence to justify the expenditure?" but when one needs to glam it up for a night of rockin' around the christmas tree, one overlooks such dilemmas and slaps down the $7.99.

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in other news, i couldn't be more disappointed that george w. bush is going to be our next president. it's made me consider a) relocating to france; b) starting to speak with a british accent, so that i don't have to admit to being american.

the other night, i saw a clip of him on the news as he looked up at the camera. hmmm, i thought, what does that expression remind me of? ah, yes! a possum taken by surprise. lordy me. he shore do look dumb, gladys.

i know it's shallow to comment on looks, but his dull eyes and lipless phizog are a blight upon me optical orbs. in much the same way i can't look at conan o'brien's strange, plate tectonics-shifting face planes without having to avert my eyes, i can't look at gwb's visage without wincing. his features displease me ever so much. but his dumb expression is the worst of all. it's a bit disconcerting to sense so little is going on in the oval orifice of his head. aimee mann said gwb was a disturbing combination of "dumb" with a "sense of entitlement"--the latter being a phrase that rhetoric used about gwb as well, interestingly enough.

even though jeremy tried to kindly reassure me that gwb has a knack for surrounding himself with talented people, i'm still bummed and still embarassed that he won. it's gonna be a tough four years. conservatives and their agendas raise my hackles. i'm sorry. i think rich. i think religious right. i think recession and i think reagan sending the mentally ill into the streets to fend for themselves. i'll tell ya, it makes me yearn for monica and her thongs and cigars.

i have to give props to supreme court justice john paul stevens for this poignant dissent: "although we may never know with complete certainty the identity of the winner of this year's presidential election, the identity of the loser is perfectly clear. it is the nation's confidence in the judge as an impartial guardian of the law."

amen.

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from fashion manifestos to political ones. don't i work it for ya, kids?

and now i must give kudos to a charming 'lil diaryland page i just discovered via boogie. she's iota and she writes in an adorable, yet clever, way which will make you want to pinch her cheeks. her page design is equally as delightful. enjoy!

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and now, a word from our girlboy, where jess, a self-proclaimed infatuation junkie, discusses the boy she would find obsession-worthy.

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