Where I Channel Dead Jewish Relatives

I should fondle myself for old time sake. Just kidding. Gaaaaahd.

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Freida Bee said…
I love this picture. Goigeous.

(Yea about the T-Blog thing. I'm a lousy blog partner, but I know I'll just say that again and then you'll be nice and I'll love you even more. I almost wish my thyroid were less stable, so I'd have something to blog, but not really.

Maybe I'll blog about my weight here in a bit. That annoys me.
1:39 PM
Anonymous said…
Next time you go to Miami for a week tell somebody I'm here trying to make myself laugh fer chrissake..
5:01 PM
jin said…
EEeeeeek!!!!
I've never seen you before!
Gaw-jiss!!!!
That hair!
*gasp*
If I was your neighbor, jinstead of pounding with a hammer telling you to stop smoking *ahem*, I'd give you a ta-die-for updo, slather on some animal-friendly red lip stuff (in a completely non-lesbianish type way, for the record) & we'd go hit the most happenin' place for cocktails (and maybe a drink too. ;-)!
5:49 PM
Anonymous said…
I want that hair.
6:06 PM
Unknown said…
OMG! I love the hair KK! It almost, almost beat Cormac for the sexiest do!

The long locks suit you.

"(in a completely non-lesbianish type way"

Cold water on about ten fantasies RIGHT THERE Jin.

JDC
6:28 PM
Fran said…
Having seen the hair first hand I can tell everyone, it is fucking amazing hair, connected to the fucking amazing head and heart and soul of the most fucking amazing broad ever.

The Larry David's father's glasses - those she did not wear when I met her.

They do have a certain Irving "Swifty" Lazar feel to them actually. What a big fucking macher he was. I used to see him at a restaurant in LA every now and then, the altekocker.

Katie you rock my world like every single fucking day.
7:25 PM
Anonymous said…
Where did you get my glasses?
8:52 PM
Karen Zipdrive said…
Love the hair.
The glasses? Not so much.
Ehh, what can I say?
5:07 AM
Distributorcap said…
can you channel my dead jewish relatives and tell them that i mad they didnt leave me the 3 bedroom apt on 17th street.
4:10 PM
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