Friday, March 11, 2011

Hitler Finds Out That House And Cuddy Broke Up

DAHLINGS

I'm only starting to crawl out of my cave, forgive me. Every time I look around my luxurious Art Deco office, I remember Bucky having accidents there. As I stroll around its rooms, I remember Bucky biting people (most infamously, Andre Leon Talley).

But most of all, I recall the loving companionship he provided at all times and so much more. It has been impossible to be as...well...superficial as this blog-thing requires. Entirely too many Deep Thoughts have been running through my head.

So, I apologize for this being the first entry after my "hiatus," but it made me laugh more than anything else has in a while.




Ciao,
Elisa...

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