When a Rose is a Rose

Who doesn't love flowers? Normally I save my fresh-cut flower boquets just before they spoil, pressing the petals for bookmarks or drying them in silica gel and preserving them forever in vases throughout my bookshelf, complete with handwritten notes and dates and memories.

I cling to my memories so deeply; maybe that's why I never delete someone's name from my cell phone even after I forgot who "Chris P QB Jets" was, (note: I remember now - his name was Chris Pennington, like the Jets quarterback Chad Pennington) maybe that's why knick-knacks litter my bookshelf, and scrapbooking "material" piles up in boxes until it finds a more permanent home on a page. Why I save all my instant message conversations and receipts and things of little value to the average human being. Maybe I'm narcissistic, or have fear Alzheimer's, or just want to go back one day and remember something about a life that passes me by even as I'm living it.

At any rate, that second bouquet of a dozen even-more-gorgeous red roses I received from you last week was... absolutely beautiful. Worthy of preserving for a lifetime of enjoyment. And the end. I let your roses die today. And I let the cleaning lady throw them in the kitchen trashbin.

Surely the fragrance of the rose lingers, but when my memory doesn't, you won't either.

Risquè

The Italian word for "risquè" is "osè," which I learned when reading an Italian article in reference to Kristen / Ashley Alexandra Dupré / Ashley Youmans, who was involved in the prostitution ring of ex-governor Eliot Spitzer. I feel so educated today. But I have to admit, I did have to Google her name in English before I could understand the whole point of the article. Which is basically that she's posing nude and selling herself out even though her claims to such a deprived childhood may not even be true. And then I had to listen to her TWO songs, which suck but could actually not suck if they were properly remixed. But they've already been played out and as I'm probably the last to know (4 million plays and counting), I doubt we'll be hearing either of them in the clubs anytime soon. Ashley isn't really that hot anyway. For one, she looks different in all her pictures, but for two, she has sort of a masculine physique... I'm just saying.

Why Pornstars Should Stick to Sex

I suppose this is funny in a softcore porn type of way. I mean, Lene is hot, but I wish porn stars would invest in a few acting lessons every once in a while. Oh well, props for the sweet silicone.