Looking at the Alexander Wang website makes me upset I don't have thousands of dollars worth of monies in my considerably less-fashionable-than-his jodhpurs. Those are some nice clothes-items I would very much like to hang in my teensy closet.
Also, some other words, which shall hopefully find me less shallow and in less dire pecuniary straits:
A short stanza in the style of Miss Dorothy Parker that is far too ridiculous to possibly evolve into lyrics,
From Love's first fever
Right up to its plague
It seems the Reaper's
Latched onto my legs
There. There's sufficient ridiculousness for a Sunday morning.
NR
P.S. Inglourious Basterds was pretty much the best movie ever. It made me sweat.
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