this is catastrophic beyond human dimension. as these women might be dead and slow-cooking in the afterlife this time next year it's time we shoved a few things out onto the table. Carmella does look rode hard, I hate to say it- i believe the term was 'toilet sloppy' insofar as its been applied to dana dearmond before. it would probably rot off within a week of you letting her climb it. and it sickens me the way i am still attracted to her - a meth pipe is a wish the heart makes, and no one knows the Machinist Diet better than meth dealers and christian bale. he's never disclosed how he got his body to go that weird way he got it to go - that's why they're called artists. and that's why we're all damned, damned to the broiler eternal..

i spent 10min watching mariah milano 'sexy cooking' looking for information on tri-tip and instead its a flood of- i'll be honest, it was a lot of eating, and not much cooking. i think it's supposed to be similar to the Kardashian-like contagion where the mundane & unimaginative can be "wild & crazy" & never leave the house. for here stood a sweet woman of gentle disposition who nearly bludgeoned her babydaddy to death in '09 and she's strutting around the kitchen in the fall j.simp collection with a sort of dump truck waddle like frankie shuffling down the hall looking for toilet paper and she's delicately moving plates around and its bite after bite! a garbage disposal with collagen basically. and all i can think is how I would pay to see this woman trip with a plate of nachos.

and yet, this woman would destroy me in the bedroom because she's regarded for fucking like she's rabid- RABIES.. and i would have no comeback. you talk about a conundrum. alas, she's really more COPS than Rachael Ray but i'm ape for the nips.





Lou: gun to your head.. and when I say "choose" i mean refuse to settle for the best