It is all worth it

Think of all the times we have spent our last dollars or bottles of champagne or excessive nights out.  Always worth it.  We wouldn't have stories to tell and we wouldn't have FUN if we lived within our means.  Even sober fun.  Think -- I couldn't afford the Zeppelin DVD when I bought it and YET I did and we got hours... HOURS I TELL YOU... of extreme pleasure and happiness out of that DVD.

In fact, I really miss you and I really wish that we could watch it again!  Now!!

Um, I know this will officially make this a porn blog, but have you ever seen this picture?!?  ROBERT PLANT!  WHY YOU SO CRAZY?!  So... is this Pamela??  It kind of looks like her?  I wish I could bleep out her boobs.

A toast to those with imagination!

Do I! You saucy minx. I'm glad you're putting that paycheck to fashionable use. It only helps to further our cause. What cause? THE CAUSE. The aesthetic cause. The flaneur cause. The rock and roll cause.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

A very controversial quote....At least when I posted it as my Facebook status. Many find it egotistical and selfish, and they're probably right. However, I can't help but agree, and I know you do as well. Especially when my bank account is overdrawn, and my rent is $1000/month. Wilde is comforting when you are stressed about money, but don't want to hate yourself for blowing it. You may have been irresponsible, but there is still a part of you that gets a kick out of it. You hate it and you know there is no other way you would rather live. It all goes back to the great notion of contradiction that I love to read and write about so much. Salome was irresistible and lethal, as is living like Keith Richards when you're not Keith Richards.

I realize this is ridiculous and insensitive when so many people are barely hanging on. Still, it's not really about money, of course. It's about feeling as though you can breath even when you're gasping for air.

This is not to say that your shopping spree today was out of your means. You're working hard and I'm sure you can afford it! But I know you well enough to know that YOU know what I'm talking about. I'm just in the negative and trying to remind myself that it's all worth it.

I miss you.

Shopping massacre

Today I got a little manic with the shopping.  I dominated Portobello Road and Kensington High Street.  I feel that I can post some of my purchases on this blog for your critique and ... well... general awe and praise at my fashion prowess today.  

I love that video you posted.  It certainly isn't too late for us to become video vixens who are as good as, if not better than, those fascinating, articulate and talented ladies!

London is full of multicolor houses.  Example:

And now for some of my clothing discoveries today:

YOU LIKEY??

Hanky, Panky, and Moo

Well I hope you enjoyed the video/example of what you COULD have had if you never strayed from your video honey aspirations. I suppose there's still time. We're young. And we live in two of the greatest rock and roll cities in the universe. Let's get back to it, yes?

Tom Hanks! I do love him. Did you see his parody of Toddlers in Tiaras? I feel like we watched that together. I think you should invest in a mini spy camera. It's only appropriate for this blog, title and all. Buy a spy camera and take pictures of all the celebs you see to post here. Something like "paparazzi" sites, but, you know.... with a little more awesomeness and intelligence and pretension. 

This weekend I was in the 802. That's Vermont slang for Vermont. It was the Strolling of the Heifers! YEAHHHYAYAYAYYYY!!! 

It's a big deal. Thousands descend on my little town to watch the cows and hippies and hicks stroll down Main Street. My Jer-z family was in town for the festivities, and we had ourselves a swell ol' time. 

Cow

Hippy belly dancers

Yum

Video Honey

Before I respond to your latest post, I feel I need to send you this gem:

http://youtu.be/jNSD0f38gaA

Sorry

For my lack of posting, I had a very busy weekend.  On Saturday night at work we had a celebrity explosion, complete with paparazzi -- Tom Hanks (!!!!!), Gwyneth Paltrow (who I have seen twice at the River Cafe now, and who is actually really cool) and Thandie Newton (also SO sweet).
This is Tom on Saturday night:

He seemed very nice and down to earth but annoyed by the lurking paps.  A table full of children were bothering him so he went at shook all of their hands.  When I brought a candle to the table he started singing Happy Birthday.  I love him.  His wife Rita Wilson is very beautiful.  Tom Hanks 4 Lyfe.

Today I am going to walk around aimlessly and perhaps buy some work clothes.  I am starting to write a story about some of the colorful characters from my darker days -- perhaps I can post some sections from it on Tha Blogue.  

hot chicks

Apparently, NYC is in for a violent summer if the Memorial Day weekend murder rate is any indicator. I guess the city heat is an incubator for murderous rage and homicide. And, yes, we have guns. I would definitely rather be shot than stabbed, but still being held up at needlepoint is what terrifies me the most. Why? No idea. I mean I could probably smack a needle out of someones hand without being harmed a lot easier than I could a gun or knife. STILL! NEEDLE POINT! AIDS! You know. Scary. Also the whole brick throwing thing. You guys are creative but man are you fuuuucked up. I would love to watch some ghetto London drama. Must find.

I'm at work nowww. My friend just gave me some new music that is most excellent. Do you know Thee Headcoatees? Did I ask you this before? I love them. They do a lot of covers of 60s garage rock. Holly Golightly is one of the main chickssssss.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPp3Kg7ZbgE
Check. It. Out. I feel like I've already posted about this. If that is the case, I'm very sorry. Please don't yell at me.