Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Fleeting moment of self-awareness today:

We accept living in relative poverty and chic-bleak surroundings because we have something that no Escalade-driving middle aged real-estate agent has: youth. It is a constant source of strength, smugness, and justification for our bohemian existence. It is our priceless and fragile commodity.

7 comments:

craiger said...

I think "moment of self-awareness" translates to moment of amaretto sour. But hey, many great philosohpical musings have been born of a drunken stupor. Loves!

Ed Grow said...

I wish my boyfriend wasn't such a slutty tramp. Loves.

Anonymous said...

Wait, you wish i was NOT a slutty tramp? Jessica! Cancel my "appointments" for this evening. Ed said NOT a slutty tramp!

Ed Grow said...

Haha. You're sleeping on the couch Slutty-Mc-Trampy-pants.

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

An amaretto sour? That's SO drag queen. However, if it lifts you so, you should have ten.

"the" Mrs. Astor said...

Slutty tramp boyfriends...Why you'd be given the key to The City here. We really must host you.

Ms Bees Knees said...

*yawn*

what's up hooker!?

lovies!!