There is an ancient custom amongst Zen monks and haiku poets to compose a jisei or “death poem” when nearing the very end of their lives.
I feel like Anna Nicole Smith may have been more of a Zen poet than any of us ever gave her credit for.
The Susan G. Komen Foundation recently withdrew their charitable support for Planned Parenthood. It’s a transparently political move that is both deplorable and not the least bit surprising.
Come on, folks. Have we already forgotten Buckets for the Cure? Seriously, those helmet haired humanitarians in charge of the Komen Foundation lost all their credibility the second they decided to raise breast cancer awareness with pink buckets of KFC chicken.
Of course, some good is coming out of their right-wing, anti-choice, red-state wrong-headedness, because almost half a million dollars has been donated directly to Planned Parenthood in the past twenty-four hours alone.
If you can, please donate.
My BFF brought her annoying vegan work friend to our sushi dinner. This crunchy cunt is currently complaining about the five extra minutes she spent in the express aisle at Whole Foods trying to buy her quinoa lunch.
Bitch, please. Nobody cares. Especially since we just found out that one of my BFF’s bridesmaids had to move back in with her mom after finding her boyfriend foaming at the mouth from an overdose. He lived, but now he’s in rehab and his house is in foreclosure.
Cocktails! Drama! Spicy scallop hand rolls!
Ugh. I needed this.
This silly little video is an epic violation of international copyright law, and while watching it makes me inexplicably happy, posting it on my site also makes me an evil, evil pirate under the current markup of SOPA.
This post would technically qualify as a federal crime, and without a crack team of intellectual property attorneys on retainer, I might find myself staring down the business end of a court ordered domain seizure initiated by the Church of Scientology on Will Smith’s behalf.
I’m only a little bit kidding.
Fuck the police.