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Vanity, Vanity
Nov. 18th, 2015 09:20 amApparently we are now supposed to call Islamic State terrorists “Daesh” instead of ISIS.
Why?
Because Daesh is terribly insulting in Arabic.
Although whether that insult is of the generic sort – “You’re a very bad person with inadequate empathy” – or specific – “You’re the spawn of a donkey that your mother didn’t even bother to fuck; she just scooped the ass's smelly jizz from her mouth after the blowjob and shoved her grimy fist up her snatch” – we aren’t told.
Daesh!
I suspect the name change is really being facilitated because we all LUV that adorable golden retriever on Downton Abbey.
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Else?
The jet stream changed overnight, which means I’m going to be spending a lot of time under my light box.
BB and the beauteous Claudia are off to Italy, which means Greenpoint house-sitting is in my future. New Yawk, New Yawk!!
I’m in the introductory phases of Seeing Someone, which is always annoying. I am thinking really that I am way too eccentric and weird to be involved in any kind of relationship where I don’t have the option of slamming a door in their face.
I found a trip on an adventure website I desperately want to take: a one-month trek along the old Silk Road that starts in Xian and ends in Samarkand. It’s very expensive. But not quite beyond the realm of possibility.
I cut my hair:
I’ve reached that point in the aging process where it’s actually painful to be photographed, hence the smirk. Yes, I know – vanity, vanity. I pose for the camera to mortify my soul.
Why?
Because Daesh is terribly insulting in Arabic.
Although whether that insult is of the generic sort – “You’re a very bad person with inadequate empathy” – or specific – “You’re the spawn of a donkey that your mother didn’t even bother to fuck; she just scooped the ass's smelly jizz from her mouth after the blowjob and shoved her grimy fist up her snatch” – we aren’t told.
Daesh!
I suspect the name change is really being facilitated because we all LUV that adorable golden retriever on Downton Abbey.
###
Else?
The jet stream changed overnight, which means I’m going to be spending a lot of time under my light box.
BB and the beauteous Claudia are off to Italy, which means Greenpoint house-sitting is in my future. New Yawk, New Yawk!!
I’m in the introductory phases of Seeing Someone, which is always annoying. I am thinking really that I am way too eccentric and weird to be involved in any kind of relationship where I don’t have the option of slamming a door in their face.
I found a trip on an adventure website I desperately want to take: a one-month trek along the old Silk Road that starts in Xian and ends in Samarkand. It’s very expensive. But not quite beyond the realm of possibility.
I cut my hair:
I’ve reached that point in the aging process where it’s actually painful to be photographed, hence the smirk. Yes, I know – vanity, vanity. I pose for the camera to mortify my soul.
