Today for the first time since middle school I actually had to decode Roman Numerals. I picked up a nicely preserved, very old Disney Magazine while digging around at Zern's some many many weeks ago. I was paging through it today and the date, alas, was only in Roman Numerals. I think I'm right in my assumption that MCMLXXVI is 1976.... in case the graphics weren't an amazing tip-off.



I was going to go on a long writing spree today and pop out a new article, but it was just too damn beautiful a day to stay inside. Especially when you have a pool! So I put on my black skirtini, my old lady sunglasses, a hat, 2" chuck heel flip-flops, grabbed my Harry Potter beach towel, slathered myself in sunscreen, and went for a swim. I was stylin', lemme tell you. Then I had to listen to my 57 year old mother tell me for the umpteeth time how much she misses Fizzies and how they don't make them anymore. Well, I actually took the 5 seconds today to do a Google search and find out that they do, in fact, still make Fizzies. Sort of surprising with as many "turn your water into a different drink!" single packets we have now, that I can't find them in any major grocery store.

I'm just sort of rambling on, because I don't feel like writing about anything in particular. I'm too excited for the new season of Flavor of Love premiering tonight! There's no greater entertainment than watching 20 skank ass bitches fight for the affection of a has-been rapper.