Fried or fried?

I saw this on the Yahoo front page a minute ago: Mississippi ranked fattest state in nation. But fried pickles are so good! Parker, I had them when I visited Agent 99; they were sour and crispy and addicting, not like those mediocre ones which we had last time. Since that was the first time I had had 'em, I thought friend pickles were nothing special, but oh how I was wrong. Flamin' hot Cheetos? What? Fried okra, drool.

Eli Cash

It's so strange; Parker and I were just discussing Owen Wilson yesterday, rather his upcoming feature with Wes Anderson, The Darjeeling Limited, and then today I read that he attempted suicide. Crazy. Wish Hansel the best and a speedy recovery.

It's in your jeans

Designer jeans baffle me. First of all, they are in that 20 something, 30 something sizing system (European?) so you have to convert from your American size to a different size. Fine, I can deal with that. Then you have the outrageous price tag. I’ll admit I have purchased a pair of low-end designer jeans which I love to death if you could love a piece of clothing to death, but I’m talking about those jeans which retail at $150 on up, you know, those brands like Seven for All Mankind, Rock and Republic, and other brands which I don’t know about since I’m not loaded and ultra-trendy. Those jeans celebs wear. Aside from the price, my main gripe is that I can’t even put these jeans on. Once for shits and giggles, I was in Bloomingdale’s and decided to try on a pair of Seven for All Mankind jeans to see just how incredibly awesome they were (sarcasm). I picked up a pair supposedly in my size, took them to the dressing room, and then attempted to don then which didn’t got so hot as my thigh failed to successfully enter its designated region. I tried on a very large size and found out that the length was for giants. Later I found out that the rationale for this is that if you can afford costly denim, you can afford custom alterations. Bah. This scenario repeated itself at Belk with the devil jeans this time being Paper Denim and Cloth. I can’t even fit my massive thighs into a leg on the garment. Pooh.