The NBA was too boring (and my team was too sucking) so I flipped to this on HBO: 'Now there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give him away. A guy has seventeen pantominmes. A woman's got twenty, but a guy's got seventeen...You don't want to show me nothin'. But you're tellin' me everything.'
So I'm moving on from the post-election blues by concentrating on the very important decision of: should I keep the Bettie Page short, short bangs, or grow them out. Hmmm?