Realizing Life Is Both Ironic and Cruel

When I was a little girl (and by that, I mean somewhere between 13-16 years old, so not actually that little), I wanted to be any one of these women:

Debbie Harry (Blondie)

Kate Pierson (The B-52s)

Patti Smith

Stevie Nicks

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As time passes, I realize with a certain, suffocating dread, that I will probably end up like this woman:


....sigh.

The Secret Life of Peter Dinklage

Here's one of the many reasons I love Chrispy - we both harbor a secret crush on actor Peter Dinklage. I first began to dig him during his brief stint on the show Nip/Tuck as Marlowe (who was willing to go through some painful sounding limb-lengthening surgery so that Julia would want to bone him...oh Dinklage, you don't need to become taller to impress me!), then grew to love him even more after I saw the movie The Station Agent. He also had a recent guest appearance on 30 Rock as a potential love interest for Tina Fey, one that ended rather sadly and embarassingly. As most things on 30 Rock tend to do.

But anyhoo, now on to the meat of this post - I present you Chrispy and I's conversation earlier today about Mr. Dinklage.

Me: oh, sweet dinklage
Chrispy: the things I would do to him
Me: unspeakable things
Chrispy: but also fun
Me: oh yes, balloon-play is always

Chrispy: hahaha
Me: i'm trying to think of what weird fetishes peter dinklage might be into

Chrispy: vegetables - both produce and people in comas

Me: let's discuss peter dinklage's erotic proclivities some more

Chrispy: I want a where the wild things are costume

Me: oh my god, yes

Chrispy: max's monster costume

Me: who would wear it?

Chrispy: me

Me: of course

Chrispy: indeed

Me: but then what would peter wear?

Chrispy: the golden crown

Me: oh right, duh