were you thinking about that Louis neverfull bag too?

This just in: I'm materialistic. I'm also not well liked. According to this morning's faciniating article in the NYT, if you would rather have a new dress over a trip, then you are obviously depressed and unhappy with your life. I actually kind of see this...it's why when I'm depressed I buy myself something great, usually to take it back once the high has worn off.  Just more great news that I'll probally die alone. At least I'll look good when I'm living with my 100 cats. Just kidding...I hate cats.

XO,
B

missing: the hotness of bradley whitford

While flipping channels Sunday night, I came across the saddest little movie starring the once hot Bradley Whitford. You might know him as Josh Lyman from TVs west wing.  I only made it through 20 minutes of the movie before I had to switch - it was some tuesday's with maurie holiday crap - but one thing is certain...age has not been kind to him. He was almost a monet - from afar he looked half decent, but up close he was a big ole mess. I was thinking maybe it was the HD on the tv, but as the week has progressed, I wonder if he's had some plastic surgery done. It makes me a bit sad, but I'd still love on him as long as he talked "congressional dirty" to me....you know like saying "congressional resolution", "ways and means committee", "cloture motion". Hmmm...

circa 2002

circa now...sans creepstasche

Speaking of ways and means, last night was another run in with the Occupy DC people.  Good lord the smell.  They were wearing doctor's masks, sunglasses, and hats which completely obscured their faces but not their voices. Security was tight. A group of boys dressed in tuxes (and one in a white suit with a black turtleneck who looked like he belonged in an SNL sketch) somehow made it through security with us and then tried to push into our elevator. Within seconds, security was on them like a duck on a junebug. Once upstairs, more security. But I will have to say that I missed a golden opportunity to ask Nancy Pelosi who her plastic surgeon was, because goddamn yall. The bitches' face is flawless. True, she can hardly blink and her hair is such a disaster that the red cross wouldn't even give it coffee, but there is not one wrinkle on her face. It has to be more than just botox.

The best part of the night is when Fancy Nancy and I left the party, walking out with a former consultant of ours and we were accosted by the occupy people again.  This time they looked directly at the consultant and screamed "DUDE. Are you the 1%?" while filming us.  The consultant turns and looks at us to say goodnight, the protesters look at us to see if we, too, are part of the 1%.  After assessing us, they decide that we are just like them and turn their focus back on the consultant.  About a block down the road it suddenly hits me that the occupiers just insulted me by thinking I wasn't part of the elite. I started to turned around and give them a piece of my mind, but the cold wind started blowing and the stench carried with it....and I realized it wasn't worth my time or my sense of smell.

XO,
Bunny

I hate being poor.

Dear Ralph Lauren:

You have lost your mind.

XO,
Bunny

Ralph Lauren has created a home line and it only took one picture for me to fall in love.

I love everything about this room, including the tacky chinese vases. I would kill for that navy velvet chair and the striped sofa.  Being the enqiring mind that I am, I went to Ralph Lauren Home.com to see how much this was going to set me back. Holy shitballs kids. Ralph obviously must be inches from the homeless shelter with how much he is charging for a couch.  Just take a guess how much the striped delight is.  Guess. If you guessed $7700, then you would be right. But that's just the couch in white.  You have to pay extra for the stripes. And with the way he is charging, it might be $100 PER stripe. My chair is $5800. Do you think Greenfront Furniture will have this on sale?



So obviously this teaches us one thing kids.  That you should grow up and become furniture designers. Because apparently that is where the money is. 

XO,
Bunny