the devil's dog treat

never. ever. NEVEREVER buy these for your dogs. my dogs have had them twice (i bought them once and my mom bought them once), and each time BOTH dogs writhed in pain as they wretched the remnants of the evil oinkies out. i feel like writing hartz a letter and telling them they can shove their oinkies up their oinkes.

nice = moron

i heard that according to a recent study, portland has the nicest drivers in the entire country. oh, how i beg to differ. if you substitute any of the following words for "nice," then the study is correct: stupid, air-headed, sunday-driving, spacey, or just plain f*cking retarded. seriously.

one who doesn't live in portland, might think that the driver that just let you merge into traffic is being oh-so-considerate: i assure you, this isn't the case. he's too engrossed in his thoughts about the soil he uses in his vegan garden to notice that a world exists outside of his prius. i, too, made the mistake of thinking portland drivers were supernice when i first got here, but i have learned the truth. a truth that involves daily encounters with lame ass drivers who choose to drive 20 miles under the speedlimit in a 50 zone, come to a complete stop on the freeway to allow another car to enter their lane, put their blinker on for 3 miles, so you have no idea when they actually plan on turning, yielding to cars that don't have the right of way, etc etc.

makes me want to SCREEEEAM and almost makes me miss the aggression of LA drivers. almost.

are you kidding me?

didn't like it. not one bit. i do think that gordon-leavitt did a wonderful job, but i was thoroughly bored with zooey's flat performance. i so desperately wanted her to tuck those swarthy sideburns behind her ears but it never happened: muy distracting. the story line was uncomfortably depressing - perhaps reminding me too much of relationships past to appreciate its unconventional approach to the romantic comedy. my final gripe: LA is an awesome city in its own right, so the director's obvious attempt to make it look like NYC pissed me off. sorry folks - i know everyone has ranted and raved, but i want those 2 hours and 500 days of my life back.

one size fits all?!?

i am not a skinny girl. but i'm not a fat girl either. i'm somewhat tall, and rather broad. i have a pretty proportional body, and while i'd like to be more toned, i have plenty to love about my body (thanks for the reminder meg).

so, i was incredibly put-off while shopping online last night at nordies. i found this darling top, and when i went to add it to my shopping cart, the only size listed was "one size fits all." strange, i thought, so i clicked the size chart link to learn just what "one size fits all" meant to this designer. the result? one size fits all means all that fall in the sizes 0-6 category. what the f? are you kidding me? not even a quarter of american women are in the 0-6 category. needless to say, i did not buy the top, but it infuriates me that this teensy-tiny construction of the female figure is so prolific. we are NOT all size 0-6. now, if the designer said one size fits all and meant sizes 8-14, then he'd be more on the money, as about 50-60% of women fall in this category. but as it stands, the label is misleading. mistaken. false advertising, really. the label should read "one size fits less than a quarter of american women." hah. i'm sure his line would sell well then.