Not a big Fourth fan. Yahoos with access to explosives make me nervous.
Can anybody remember a Fourth when there wasn’t a “Twilight Zone” marathon on? I can’t.
“Rose Key Accord,” is an aromachemical that smells more like roses than roses. Is this a true simulacrum?
Does anybody really give a rat’s ass what a simulacrum is?
Does having 2,498 “friends” on Facebook mean you’re not lonely?
“True Blood” last night -- ok, I’m old or just old-fashioned, but I’d rather not see, well, ANY of this.
I’m still trying to figure out why I have this strange urge to apply four or five perfumes at once. I read that Jerry Hall used to do that and I thought, “Serious overkill, Jerry.” And now I’m doing it, OMG!
Got some of those nerd glasses. Big tortiseshell horn-rims (is that a contradiction?) I luuurrrvvve them. They make me feel cool.
Aviators, though? No way.
Since when does a health care provider partner up with a coupon giver-outer and offer discounts at restaurants and everything to its members? Since now.
Seriously. Looking at you, United Health Care. How many coupons for a colonoscopy? How many coupons for a break on that $1000 deductible?
“Vivienne Westwood’s Boudoir” really does smell like, well, you know, the next morning.
I finally got some of that vintage Paco Rabanne “La Nuit” and yeah. It is all that.
Can’t imagine why anybody would want to follow American Express on Twitter, but some clueless nabob at American Express thinks they will.
Next up: Vetiver vs. (insert your favorite essential oil here)
Caleb, don't throw cherry bombs at your sister!
Happy Fourth (to all of you who celebrate it)!
photo from Gawker.