Friday, September 07, 2007


Seriously, Bjork is... (lemme pull a word from the ol' slang retirement box here...) whack. When she's not being an Icelandic-slash-extraterrestrial diva, she is raising the bar on quote-unquote "fashion." But I must ask: what would we do without these people with the guts and questionable taste that push the boundaries that define art?

In other news, I've got poison oak rashes on both my legs and my arm. I blame the dog (Amy, not Mikey).

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