May 7th, 2004

john + yoko

Lipz.

Missy Elliott is fascinatingly repulsive to me. I think it's her lips. Reminds me of some girl I saw out in public a few years ago with humongous, protuberant, we're talking abnormal, like congenitally deformed or Silicone-Gone-Wrong, osculatory mechanisms here. Like, you could sit behind her and only see a bit of her face in profile and you could see...lips poking out past her jaw! and she was eating this sandwich by breaking off little pieces of it and putting them delicately, one at a time, between her mammoth fleshy flaps, where they disappeared. I could not stop staring even though it was making me kinda queasy, worse than watching orangutangs at the zoo chew mush and spit it back out. And every time I see Missy forming the words of a song with her great big mouth with the giant overbite right behind that practically squinches her eyes shut, I feel compelled to watch, thinking all the time, HOW does she TALK, let alone SING, with that apparatus? I have nothing against big lipz usually - one person I used to know had big enuf lips to get called FishLips in schewl, but I thought their lips were pretty and sweet and, er, cushy. I just think Missy has reached that Anna Nicole Point Beyond Which.
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john + yoko

yr my little avocado in the guacamole of life

The ANTHRAX! (pronounce that like the AFLACK! duck) was a false alarm and didn't get me. So I lived to complain another day about Missy Elliott's lipz. yeah, some of you are prolly disappointed that I din't die. Get over it, or Under it, Whatever ;)

still just a'turning the ol' crank at work. the Summer Associates are coming! to arms! to arms! Summer associates, God love 'em. At a place like this, every third one was the personal assistant to a Clinton or Kennedy, or covered the war in Beirut from a foxhole, or singlehandedly reformed U.S. health care. If I'd known I would be gallivanting around here (nobody had any idea, including me) I would have started resume-building when I was 10 instead of frittering away all those hours waiting for Kasey Kasem to announce the Number One Movie Theme Song of All Time. Not that I can't also "present" (ahem) well on paper when the need ariseth. Yes dear friends, I advanced the technology curve in at least three product areas. Never mind how. You don't need to know it was by yelling at the software team weekly to GET YOUR POP CANS OUT OF THE DEVELOPMENT AREA ON GOVERNMENT WITNESS VISIT DAYS BEFORE WE LOSE THE WHOLE PROGRAM YOU IDIOTS!! Oh well, I suspect there are pop cans to pickup when you "assist" Hillary and Teddy too. There are always pop cans.
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