good morn-ting

praise jesus

hot teeth

Extremely Belated Love in this Club

Nail Color For November 2, 2009

Essie, Aruba Blue. Back in Los 90's, metallic sapphire was a favorite, the trailer-trashiest of those non-red/pink spectrum shades. And, aside from dull, Inland-Cali long, square and French white, trashy digits always sing.

Yankee-celebratory nails, from title to sheen to shade. Woop woop.

bam bam

This Postseason has been a consistent thread of comfort en nuestra familia. The Yankees face a near-certain (knock wood) World Series win. I'm prepared for a loss tonight that lets us take the title back in the Bronx, a stadium inauguration (plus Pillow's got es-chool tonight). Of course, I'd also be pleased to make short work of it inside the Lion's Den. Oh the terrible bhoyos and girls of 'illadelphia. I was certain a fight would break out last night, between cracked cracker drunkards in the packed decks or even ballplayers (A. Rod hit 3 times?!). These Keystoners are worse than Massholes, all chipped shoulders and 'helicopter towels' (though I must admit that bell-toll is stylish). If you were only listening last night, catch a clip of Damon stealing third like lightning.

Love.

PARADE.

This track, excavated from our padded memories on Saturday afternoon, has little/nothing to do with La Nueva, but it suits.