...Pleather Revival

The pleather leggings I own have come through 100% with hookups, but I haven't worn them in quite some time. They are making their official comeback--who knows where the night will lead...

...Flamboyant

Who's up next for Men's Olympic Figure Skating after Johnny Weir? It's
gotta be Lady Gaga. Is it just me, or are the outfits this year gayer
than usual? And why is every skater starting to resemble Adam Lambert?

Birthright

This blog was born of Cafe Patron (aka Mother's Milk) and Rage Face.
Weirdly, I find myself in the exact same place roughly one year later.

Success?!

Let's Get Roget'd

The T is silent. And now it's a pun. Roget the champagne is now a past
participle. We have been Roget'd.

...Valentine?

Really, Sunday? Did you have to go and spoil our healthy relationship by taking Valentine's Day under your wing? There are so many reasons why you are a wonderful day of the week, but when you allow yourself to be corrupted by the worst holiday of the year (ask anyone out there, and if they say they love Valentine's Day, they're lying or need to be broken up with immediately), I start to rethink my loyalty to you. Thus, I give you one chance to redeem yourself--if this Sunday, despite it being "The Day That Makes Everyone Miserable No Matter Their Relationship Status," can still bring me the joy that I have experienced in Sundays past, then I shall never doubt thee again. I shall pledge to honor thee for all time. However, if this Sunday turns any shades of tragic, my fair readers of this blog might see a new name the next time they stop by for a quick read.

The gauntlet has been thrown. Will Sunday be the victor? To be continued...