Sienna added more fuel to the fire today (December 4th): Knock, knock. Who’s there? Oh, hello: It’s Sienna Miller, showing up at ex-boyfriend Jude Law’s door in NYC on Friday. The twosome, who split in 2006, have been spending quite a lot of time together lately, fueling rumors that the formerly engaged duo are rekindling the flames of romance past. source
I heard a song on the radio this weekend that I hadn't heard in ages: Bob Seger's Turn The Page . The song is just so incredibly Elliot. Probably a slightly Parker/Elliot story set somewhere in between season's 1 & 2 based on that off-hand remark about how he "liberated Croatia" because he just couldn't go back to being a normal retrieval specialist after that first year with Leverage....I can...
On Saturday, December 5th 2009, I came out to my mother. I feel like shit. (I live in Singapore, and it still being a relatively conservative (yet ironically secular) society, there's really nowhere to vent this out, except for my best friend, and I really don't know what to do. And if this isn't allowed, then by all means get rid of this horrible post.)
From the outside, this is an unassuming little book. But open to the first page and watch out. I opened this gem at 4:30 this morning. By 7, I was a teary mess. THE ORANGE HOUSES by Paul Griffin (Dial, 2009) grabs hold and refuses to let go. The opening poem, penned by one of the main characters of the book is followed by a pseudo news story and then Chapter One where we meet Tamika (call ...
The unseen preys most heavily on those who are alone: those who are alone for the night, and those who spend their lives alone. Prey animals are most vulnerable when separated from the rest of the herd, after all. When alone, one might barely hear a soft knock at the door. The sound is so faint that one will pause and listen again. It is odd, how so faint a sound can carry through whatever else ...
... on fire. Massive D: for him and his complete failure. The cats have become increasingly silly today. Or annoying. It's hard to tell, because they've been romping around the house chasing each other, knockingshit down and then glaring at the bitter cold outside, and I'm too tired and sickly to chase them around. They always seem to forget how "cold" winter actually is. Tomorrow I need to get ...
... to make smoke rings, even though he'd asked Kiyomitsu to teach him once a long time ago. "I know the feeling," he agreed, tapping his ashes into a nearby tray. "Not a half bad idea, though." Knocking back a little more of his beer, Yaguruma took a moment to consider it. "A side project, huh?" he breathed. He put the cigarette to his lips again, tapping his index fingeragainst the side of his ...
...over with a undignified yelp and landed face first in the snow, but before he regain his composure, Dean was on him, wrestling him into the snow. They both laughed and panted, rolling over each other and knocking snow out of each other’s hands before Dean went still, his mouth hanging open at the site before him. “Surprise,” Sam said with a flush, following Dean’s gaze to the snowmana few feet ...
...of I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself. He shreds and sings. She bangs the drum. No bass required. 7. Coles Corner - Richard Hawley (Mute, 2005) Britpop survivorknocking on middle age delivers stunning album of orchestral, reverb-soaked romanticism that manages to evoke an age of smoking in cinemas and afternoon pub closing. The transformation from local hero to national treasure...
