Okay- so I m at Target the other day- and I see this super cute casual bag and it s like- 20 bucks. Well- I m in line buying it along with some other stuff- and this lady carrying a mono-grammed Ralph Lauren bag gave me this totally snobby look like- "Oh my gawd...I can t BELIEVE she s buying that cheap purse!" She totally stuck her nose up in the air with an air of superiority. And it made me think- I ve been seeing all of these women carrying these ugly monogrammed Coach bags- Dooney & Bourke- whatever- strutting around like they are so fabulous...yet they are wearing an outfit from Walmart or JCPennies! What the heck is up with this whole purse thing? A lot of people try to say that they like the quality or whatever- but you ve got to admit that a lot of those monogrammed bags are ugly! In my opinion- the only reason most women buy the monogrammed bags which are often ugly is to feel superior.
If designer purse snobs were really concerned about the "quality"- then they would buy the bags that look more like a real purse without a bunch of "C s" or "RL s" all over them! I just think that wearing logos in an effort to look cool is tacky.

1. Time is on my side.
2. Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
3. For whom the bell tolls.
4. Yesterday- all my troubles seemed so far away.
5. No more lonely nights.
6. The time machine
7. Life s but a walking shadow that struts and frets its hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
8. Any time at all.
9. The girl- the gold watch- and everything.
10.All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
11. That was then- this is now.
12. Just in the nick of time your love found me.

The car has 18" tires. When it hits bumps and holes it does not shake but makes lots of "boom boom" noises- i think its cause of the thin tires.. is it? Or is it shocks/struts? When i make sharp turns at slightly fast speed i have the feeling that the torque makes the side wheels to slightly go up from the road.

Steering also sucks. Hope it gets better after i align the wheels and eventualy have the rack-n-pinion.

Does that do it or do i have to do smthng else like replace the old shocks struts? What else can i do to increase handling?
"eventualy after have the rack-n-pinion"
replaced

ok- so guy s thighs turn me on. haha. and i dont mean that i would like to see them strutting their stuff in a tiny speedo or anything like that. i just like it when they have normal length shorts on but they are sitting and they kinda go up above the knees...and yeah :). also- at the gym when they are working out like doing crunches and the shorts slide up their legs.

hah is this wierd?
anyone else feel the same perhaps?

thanks!

i hit a nasty pot hole. then my rear driver side wheel well started banging clunking and makeing tons of racket when ever i would run over a small bump in the road. i looked at the top of the suspension to see what the problem was and the only thing sticking out is the top of the screw- the other side however you can see the whole top asselmbly.
its a 2001 dodge stratus 4 door. any idea how much this would cost? i think its JUST the assembly the rod looks intact.

Read this short story and tell me what you think- only looking for honest answers regardless of good or bad?
Read this short story and tell me what you think- only looking for honest answers regardless of good or bad?
Run way model

The atmosphere in the changing room was electric- though somewhat hectic and chaotic. But I felt somewhat at home in this fast pacing room.
Models shouting “hurry I am next” or “who took my platforms”.
There were even two models who were fighting over who was to wear the new Louise vuitton pink diamond dress.
For the first time in my life I felt part of something great and was enjoying taking it all in. until that stupid good for nothing hairdresser Margo came over to me and start pulling my hair telling me she had to fix it up.
As much as I wanted to slap her I had to remain composed I did not need to start off on a bad note. After all I could tell that this was the start of something big for me. I could almost taste the success that was to come my way.

It all started three weeks ago for me I was looking through the vogue magazine I had just bought on the way home to my apartment- when I spotted it.
A competition to take part as a run-model in the next big show- which was promoting the latest clothing line from Louise vuitton.
I filled it out instantly and sent it by post- if I got this it could completely change my life- I had thought to myself. Two weeks later I was called in to do an interview for it.
I was in the waiting room with thirty other girls all glaring at one another and trying to suss out the competition.
I took no part in this stupid game- besides I had nothing to fear after all who could resist my charms once I walk into that room with the judging panel they won’t know what hit them!

When my name was called out to go into the judging panel all eyes were on me as I stood up. If looks could kill I would be only dust and ash by now.
I walked proudly regardless of the looks I was getting- into the room where three judges were seated two women and one man.
As soon as I sat down the interrogation begun. They were throwing questions at me from all sides of the room.
And then they said “you do realize that this is going to be a lot harder than it looks”?
“Oh- I know and that is why I am determined to put my best into this- no matter what”.
They seemed pleased with the answer as they looked at one another and grind.
Sure how hard could it be after all- it was only walking down the cat walk and changing you outfit a few times. If anything the interview was probably the hardest part. They finished by saying they would be in touch with me soon.
Yes- yes I couldn’t help but say to myself as I walked out of the room.

True to their word they were I got a call the next morning to say I was one of two girls who had been chosen. I was like a mad woman once I hung up the phone jumping around from settee to settee in my apartment. I was just so excited.

Before I knew it I was up next. Oh yes- this was my moment to dazzle everyone with my presence and walk. “Move outta the way Naomi Campbell and Kate moss- ms Eliza Heppner is on her way”. I couldn’t help but think this in my head. This was my only chance to show people what I was made of. What I was capable of- I could be better than any model out her tonight and I was going to show exactly how.

Once I stepped out on to the run walk all I could see was a blur of people- camera men and of course that stupid light that nearly blinded me. I got myself together and began my walk strutting myself and holding my head up high for all to be mesmerised by.
Everything seemed to be going so well- it was so silent I couldn’t hear a thing as I continued to walk. My presence must have really done something to the audience they were speechless.
As I continued walking I suddenly heard something tearing- I could hear the piercing sounds of people “awing”. Some even had their hands to their mouths my feet automatically went from under me. The sudden pain ripped through my body like I was being sliced apart.
The last thing I remember was getting back up with all the strength I had left and walking as fast as I could backstage to get an earful from Margo and Damien. “You stupid- stupid girl you had ruined the show Erick is going to be absolutely horrified- why did you not tie the straps on you heels.”
All I could think was how selfish these people were they did not care about me or any of the models. All they cared about was that the show went well.
I called for a taxi and got out of there as fast as I could I never felt such humiliation and pain and embarrassment in my whole life.

The next morning my head was still hurting but I needed to get some air so I decided to go for a walk. On the way out all I was getting was strange stares from people every where I went. Where they there last night. They must have been how else could they have known. And then I saw it on the magazine stand. Headline “drunken model trips over a $3-000 dress”.
I was in shock they were accusing me of being drunk because I tripped. How crazy was that. I also could not believe that I had worn a $3-000 dress. That was definitely a miss-print I thought.
I hurried back to my apartment- how could I go out any more with people looking at me in disgust. My life was ruined. When I got into the apartment I found a letter on the floor. I opened it up only to find I was being sued for the dress at $3-000.
And there I was thinking I had already been through the worst part.
How wrong was I?