Home sick today… although in reality, I probably could’ve gone to school and survived… but it’s nice to have a day off of life sometimes, don’t you think? Especially one as nice as this – about 65, sunny, and hardy a cloud in the sky. Parfait. And although the Cloud of Make-Up Work is looming ever so slightly on the horizon, I’m refusing to let it mar this otherwise wonderful day. So far I’ve slept in, had a strange dream about an abandoned house, written a few pages (although I’m not sure…), napped, and eaten toast. Usually I’d use this opportunity to play dress-up, but I’m just not feeling it today. Plus, my little brother is home sick too. So there you have it.
Everyone’s in an uproar about Wanda Syke’s jokes as the White House Correspondants’ Dinner, some – err, most – of which have been construed as harsh and highly controversial. My opinion: yes, they were hard jokes, but they were true. Even so, as I sat in my room doing weights and watching it, I felt a tad uncomfortable… like, “Did you really just say that to the President?”
The Rush Limbaugh one. The Controversial Joke. The Joke That Everyone Really, Really Wanted To Say For A Long Time But No One Ever Dared To Until Now. You know, the one that compared him to Bin Laden, named him as the 20th hijacker, and wanted his kidneys to fail? Yeah, that one. That one was great.
So, retrospectively: she probably should’ve toned down a bit (but that’s her choice), but what’s said is said and can’t be undone. Besides, that’d be no fun! 😉
Hair art from somewhere:
I love Beyonce’s outfit here. (That felt so foreign to type! I never talk about celebs. I shy away from them. I’m allergic to them. Mostly.)
Quote of the Day:“I know we’re best dressed when we get into a taxi and the driver asks, “You going to a costume party?” and we say, “No,we’re just going to the pub.””
– Agyness Deyn
I found that picture a while ago, liked the shoes, and forgot about it. Here it is again.
And here is a picture of one of the worst cars in the world:
Hopefully LV will be out & suing him shortly for all those LV monograms…
Julia Restoin-Roitfeld… and her shoes and magazines and books and jewellry…
Mmm, more outside time now. Maybe another nap. Maybe mint ice cream.