Beauty Queen Buried After Botched Butt Implant Surgery | RadarOnline.com

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

My pal, Kishwer, just sent me this.

Beauty Queen Buried After Botched Butt Implant Surgery | RadarOnline.com

Solange Magnano, who captured the crown of Miss Argentina fifteen years ago, was buried Monday after her shocking death on Sunday, the result of complications (a pulmonary embolism) stemming from cosmetic surgery she had done on her rear end last week.

The gorgeous 38-year-old Miss Argentina 1994, who was a mother to twins, was in critical condition for three days following the gluteoplasty procedure which took place in Buenos Aires, Argentina, last Wednesday.

Dr. Gonzalo Cortes y Tristan said that the former model arrived at his hospital with an acute respiratory deficiency.

Roberto Piazza, a close friend of Magnanos, told the AP that "a woman who had everything lost her life to have a slightly firmer behind."

Ahaha!

No excuses.

Since my boyfriend met me his fashion sense has improved immensely. He wasn't wearing mandles or anything, but he dressed like he was at a funeral in winter at the beach, for example. After bitching and moaning that I shouldn't try to change him, he conceded and will himself tell you that he looks better and feels more comfortable.

There are just certain clothing items deemed unacceptable in my book like corduroy jean skirts, Indian headband things, Tevas, socks with sandles (black youth of Philly, STOP!), leg warmers, visors, UGGS, fanny packs, mesh belly shirts (unless you're from Jersey--they rock it somehow), skinny jeans (NEWSFLASH: they only look good on models), crocs, anything emo and so on.

What are your thoughts?

cute overload srsly!?!?!

Okay, Cute Overload has to STOP. There is like steam coming out of my ears. BUNNEHS and KOALAS!

She’s amazed by her bottle’s 24-year voyage.

Monday, November 30, 2009

By Peter Mucha of the Philadelphia Inquirer:

"I just can't believe it finally surfaced after 24 years. Also, I just can't believe the plastic lasted that long."

Heidi Mozzo was speaking of a green soda bottle recently washed up by nor'easter in North Carolina - completing a 300 mile journey from Ocean City, N.J., that began with her entry in a "Message in a Bottle Contest" in 1985.

pin-up.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Can't get you outta my head. What up with that?

Monday, November 23, 2009

i don't like videos games, but WHOA.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

workplace posters are hilarious.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

workplace posters are hilarious.

talk to her.

Wow. I'm amazed at the movie, Talk to Her by Pedro Almodóvar, who also wrote this masterpiece. I need all his books and screenplays now. Let the obsession begin.

get out of my head!

Friday, November 20, 2009

haven't been outside in 3 days and i feel like...

Read JD Salinger's Uncollected Stories.

From Dead Caulfields:

"Aside from his Nine Stories, JD Salinger published twenty-two stories in various magazines which remain uncollected. Several attempts have been made to compile these stories together but have met stiff resistance by the author. Spanning his literary career between the years 1940-1965, these stories display changes in both the author's style and message. While some are plainly of commercial quality, most are serious works containing an expansive gift of enlightenment and self-examination: that very-satisfying "Salinger moment"." Read them here.

stupidest war ever.

I have never cared about the bicycle vs. car debate until I was hit by a bicyclist on Tuesday night. I stepped off my bus and WHAM! A guy plows me over fracturing my foot in two places. I'm glad the bus driver screamed at this idiot, because I was too dazed to do so. Who goes around a bus in the bus lane when the door is opening letting out passengers!?

I've been kind of ambivalent about the whole thing until I became one of the many people plowed over by asshole bikers. As someone who rides my bike and follows every traffic signal, I can tell you: there are just as many asshole bikers as there are asshole drivers. Lucky for all of us pedestrians as both sides scream and shout at each other like insane people!

Nobody owns the road and why this debate literally rages on is beyond me. Will everyone just get over themselves and be respectful of other human beings? The guy who hit me took off, but do I hate all bikers? No. All this comes down to is people respecting each other, but then, this is Philly--what do you expect?

Unfortunately for these entitled bikers who claim they all ride like angels, which is a fucking joke, you now have to pay fines like everyone else--so stop whining about it on Philebrity. Ultimately it's up to the City's leaders to deal with this out-of-control issue as a City only works as well as its leaders run it. Yes, this means we are all fucked.

Baby french bulldog attack!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Thanks, Jonnie!

Monday, November 16, 2009

One month.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

I haven't smoked cigarettes for one whole month.

"I hope he calls me!"

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I too vote yesssssss.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Mad men blew my freaking mind last night--for me, it was like basketball or something: "he runs, he shoots, he scores!!!" (fans go wild!)

Seriously, though, how great was it when Lane defected to the side of Sterling Cooper? I always kind of felt bad for that guy--to dedicate your life to the corporate machine, only to later find out how totally replaceable you are. It felt so good to see him switch teams and give a big "fuck you!" to his boss--or "Happy Christmas" as he put it.

But really, the best part about the episode--Joan, Joanie, BIG RED. God, I am so glad she is back. Bring on Season 4!

PS--What will I do without Mad Men for an entire year? Guess I'll have to look into getting a life now since I can't vicariously live through those at Sterling Cooper.

tv news is ridiculous; have fun with it.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

most beautiful woman in the world.

Friday, November 06, 2009

retraction.

As per my November 3rd blog, my papa sent me the following email:

Subject: BLOG

Dear Jamie:

I noticed a few mistakes in your blog. I am a registered democrat. I still read without glasses. And I do believe I have a right to question what the gov. is doing with my money.

Your Anarchist Grandfather

PS--Do not EVER get old

I stand corrected.

O-M-G.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

I give up!

What in the hell are wine glass charms and why would I need one? My only thought: people use different wine charms to determine their glass from the rest--but really, do people lose their wine glasses at parties at such an alarming rate that one must buy wine charms, generally starting at $2 per charm?

Hey, if you lose your wine glass, you're a sucker for losing your booze and shouldn't be drinking in public anyway. In addition, if you are so absent-minded that you need a wine charm, you need to leave that party and go right to the retirement home.

Trouble in NYC.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

turning bad into good!

Teanne Harris was ready to get married and host a Halloween-themed reception, when her fiance suddenly called it off. Loath to let it all go to waste, Harris walked into a nearby retirement community and donated the entire bash.

my papa, the anarchist.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Perhaps everyone has zoomed by this curve awhile ago, but I'm just now watching my first loved one grow old. Papa has always been a tough bugger, but he has gone from Marlon Brando to Andy Rooney in what seems just two short years.

I've always found my papa quite democratic, but he always labeled himself a Republican. A few years back he actually turned into a true blue Republican and now he seems somewhat of an anarchist--that person yelling at those town hall meetings, but not for his America "back," but calling for it's destruction. "It's all goddam crap!" I can hear him say.

Hearing my papa rant and rave about Obama this weekend got me to thinking: Has papa crossed the line into anarchy? So, how about we spend this time together looking up the definition of anarchy and applying it to papa (putting on glasses, lifting huge, dusty dictionary onto desk), eh?

Anarchist:

1. A person who advocates the abolition of government

Sure, before his gin, papa is a staunch (with a paunch) Republican. But papa after gin is my real papa. From about 4 p.m. until 7 p.m. (his bedtime), I would definitely agree that he advocates absolute destruction of the current government--and I'd venture to say, all government. He says things like, "to hell with all of it" and "everyone's goddam nuts."**

Papa is also suspicious of the government and as of late, feels convinced the government is hell-bent upon his destruction, which in a way is somewhat true. He can have that one.

2. A person who causes disorder or upheaval

There is a trail of ladies (or "lady friends") that can attest to this. In addition, I'm not sure if you've seen his haircut, but I'd say he singlehandedly causes disorder and upheaval right upon his head, which could also be symbolic if you'd like.

3. A radical person who has radical ideas or opinions

Where do I start? Papa refuses to throw away baskets. Why? I have no idea what he needs fancy baskets for. I threw away one once, last summer, and he's still pissed about it.

Hey, you decide for yourself, but these are the facts. I'm just throwing this out there. Nevertheless, I love you papa.

**Papa, if you are reading this, please know these are things you don't remember saying, but do in fact say. Ask Mom. Or Jody. You probably can't even read this small, can you?

Whoops!

Today, a forklift driver in Russia lost control of his vehicle and started a chain reaction destroying an entire warehouse of vodka.

one photo was never so true.

Thursday, October 29, 2009