...but it's Labor Day (Labour Day in Canada), and even blog linky parties get the day off. So, go read a magazine!
Speaking of seriously gorgeous...
Because Taraji. I just watched Think Like a Man last night.
I know a guy who goes to shows. When he's at home, he blows his nose. He don't use tissues, or his sleeve. He don't use napkins, or any of these - he uses magazines.
OK, not really - that's a Flaming Lips song. This cover from July 1942 makes me think of From Here to Eternity, and the scene in which Prew is going through perfectly innocent general-interest magazines, looking for women in ads to amuse himself with. Thank you, James Jones, for making non-pornographic magazines seem dirty.
I love Bust. It's just about the only U.S. women's magazine that's not all about makeup or babies, i.e. the only one that doesn't suck.
This should totally be a real magazine.
When I watched The Hunger Games the other day, the DVD contained a preview of The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Pt. 2. I'm so excited. I'm not even sorry.
You should not put a picture of Kellan Lutz under the word "doggie" unless you want to give me very, very dirty thoughts.
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