Los Angeles is often described as the nadir of vapidity, a smog-choked space cradle.
By contrast, Greenblatts always feels like an oasis of warmth and substance.
(My palate, deadened by years of junk food and aspartame, probably wouldnt know the difference.)
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I dont care that much about spotting celebrities, but Im wildly curious about the people who buy tongue.
Who is the target market for organ meats these days?
(Apparently, it already has.
Laurel Tavern, the new hot spot on Ventura Boulevard, serves a trio of roasted marrowbones.
Sometimes one serving of connective tissue just isnt enough.)
My boyfriend is still ailing.
His toenails look gray; his eyes are rheumy.
As it turns out,Daisy of Loveisnt making him feel any better.
I enjoy tweeting their resemblances to other, more famous men.
Ah, reality TV: where opportunists delight in exposing opportunism!
Its kind of like the indie music scene.
Never at any prior point in time has this been possible.
Ill park in a spot marked with a fake name.
The line between real life and pop culture has been smudged like sidewalk chalk.
If anyone is wondering what Ashton Kutcher is doing, the answer is readily available.
Its a different kind of connective tissue.
And its just another Sunday.
