I feel like this.
I need a little more of this (without the cigarette, of course):
When I get like this, I need my girls for inspiration. Randy Roberts, for instance. So I watch this.
Bless her heart. That ought to get me a few more notches above Hideous Winter Hag. Off for some lipstick. MWAH! And let us say together a great AMEN that “RuPaul’s Drag Race” Season 6 is going to grace our DVRs in February. Can’t come soon enough for this cold, flaky-skinned lady.
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD TO Charles Swift, who just sent me this astonishingly fabulous Pathe’ pictorial on how to tie a turban. You will die. Make sure not to miss the short ad at the end crowning Britain’s Most Glamorous Fatty (a title to which I TOTALLY aspire!):
Please make sure to say, “By way of decoration, what’s wrong with a bunch of flowahs pulled through the knot?” to me when we next meet. “Natty little pussy caps” optional.
Oh yes, I’ma draggin’ today! A bit spot on my chin, several pounds extra giving me tight waistbands, clothes that are just BORING, tense, stressed muscles… not great.
I should do all sorts of things, but I just don’t have the energy at the moment. Let me get through this week and we’ll see how we go…
I’m afraid I can’t wear scahves in any fashion. Um, fatty? That woman would look tiny in my local Walmart. [She’s yummy-figured! – PB]
A friend and I have long sworn that, when we are older, we will be werkin’ the turbans! I sent this along to her post haste!
Woo hoo! I have all the love in the world! [YES YOU do, precious! – PB]