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July 2007
« June 2007 | Main | August 2007 »Snervous
"Scared + nervous = snervous" - Billboard grafitti on Melrose.
I have no idea why I pee so frequently. It could be the liquor.
Jonny is sketching with a pen right now. It's a crosshatch-o-palooza.
This chick by the pool looks like Elizabeth Taylor circa her second go-round with that rogue Dick Burton. All sloppy tittage, sunglasses and black Irish curls. Contrast/saturation jacked up to 10.
There is no shoe Barnabas won't face-fuck.
The sewers here say "Drains to Ocean," as if we're adjacant to some large, saline body of water. I'll believe it when I see it.
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 31, 2007 5:39 PM
More Awesomeness
Yes, I watched this back in the day. In my New Kids pajamas, balancing a Guys Next Door collectible cereal bowl on my knees.
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 25, 2007 7:50 PM
Brilliant.
This fabulous relic of the pre-postmodern era was posted to Defamer this week. I wonder if I could have worked in TV back then.* Everything seemed so sincere. Remember Christmas episodes in the '80s, when the entire cast of a sitcom would gather 'round the prop couch and wish you (yes, YOU specifically) a blessed holiday season? And I'd be like, "I LOVE YOU TOO, MESCHACH TAYLOR! TAKE ME WITH YOU!"
*Imagine, if you will, this alternate reality. Right now, Joanna Kerns would be in talks with Showtime. The kids would be OshKosh-clad moppets with puddin' bowl haircuts. Rather than Diablo Cody, I would be as "DiDi McCodes," a spunky female scribe plucked from the pizza-scented catacombs of the Alf production office. Laughter, love, and special guest stars are on the horizon!
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 23, 2007 5:34 PM
Product Review: District Cotton
I am a T-shirt person. I have at least 30 in rotation at any given time. I even have cotton-jersey bed sheets so I can feel as though I am swaddled in a giant T-shirt when I slumber in the arms of Morpheus. Figure 1A:
(Chihuahua was an unexpected variable. Note "action blur" as he dashes into frame.)
Living in L.A. has awakened my inner hippie. (Her name is Tangelo.) I've been riding my purple and pink beach cruiser everywhere--besides the actual beach, 'cause yo, who has time?--recycling bags like Diddy recycles beats, and even taking a prolonged break from eating animals. Luckily, Skittles are not an animal.
Anyway, my newfound crispity-crunchiness and lifelong love of T-shirts have found common ground in District Cotton apparel. It's softer than Mommy's tit, organique and fair trade. Gwyneth would approve.
My inorganic cyborg bosom cradled in organic cotton.
I like this one because it says "Factory Farming Stinks." Agreed. (If you're neutral on the subject, imagine your dog or cat's snout being sawed off with a hot knife. That's the reality of factory farming.)
Anyway, two opposable thumbs up for the comfy shizz. The hoodies are hot too. And if Princess Selfish of Planet Hedonia can grow a conscience, so can anyone.
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 20, 2007 12:07 PM
Why Jonny has begun dryly referring to me as "Television."
As in, "Hey Television, give me $20," or "I bet ol' Television over there could afford that couch."
Yes, that's right. We've been ordered. I'm just as shocked as you.
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 19, 2007 12:16 PM
"I was extremely tickled with both of them."
First, read this: School: No Evidence of Romance Before Teacher Married Student.
Now, read this seemingly innocuous story from back in November.
Way to close the deal, Coach! I especially like how he referred to her as a "kid" nine months ago and now he's legally bangin' her. Frankly, I'm conflicted. I would have totally married Mr. Taska in high school.
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 5, 2007 8:34 PM
He just won't stop!
Will Joey Tempest find true love?
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 5, 2007 4:37 PM
Trolling Craigslist finally pays off-- BIG TIME.
A quick Google search reveals this lothario to be Joey Tempest, the lead singer of Europe.
It's the final countdown...to love!
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 4, 2007 10:42 PM
I got to hold one last night.
Yeah, this about sums it up.
(Image ganked from I Can Has Cheezburger)
Posted by Diablo Cody at July 1, 2007 11:12 AM
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