Comments on: Then She Punched Her Mirror and Wasn’t Wearing Any Pants

By: blaark

blaark — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 08:44:45 +0000

Thanks for the gushing, desperate love, Pete… I feel a little weird about using an image of Chatila’s as she intentionally goes out and peeks through people’s windows and I’m trying to exude the indignation of a helpless bystander… Next step for me is to steal Photoshop as soon as possible to make better use of what pictures I can find or take…

So I’ll try to work more sex, breast specific, into this but I’ll keep it whimsical to better suit Vanilla Mist… God, just say it out loud…

By: petebrook

petebrook — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 00:55:52 +0000

brenditto, what an opener. you’ve set the standard there mate. readers will want tits, titillation and tit-anxiety in every post now. hmm. anyways, i’ve told you many times before how good your writing is so i’ll tell you now that your photo-editing is first class as well. thanks for the intro to yasmine chatila.

oh, and the ‘connections’ theme by vanillamist isn’t ugly at all. it reflects your renowned light and whimsy approach to life. seriously, on this background you could do a run down of the 10 best disposable diapers or open a discussion on the most user friendly feeding bottles (for mother and baby).

By: blaark

blaark — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 21:57:35 +0000

Honestly I can’t remember when exactly it began happening, or at least the theatrics that we now have… I remember when the dude across the street was yelling at you and he still lives there but I never have to see him naked… You might have missed the beginning of Naked Freakout because of your realizing that sheer white curtains didn’t serve much purpose once the sun went down and fulfilled your obligation as a responsible citizen…

As for fashion difficulties, well, if that’s really the only problem than she still needs to handle that… It’s not like you can’t wear a bathrobe or something, right?

By: greta

greta — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 21:20:21 +0000

a couple of things:
1. why wasn’t any of this shit going on when i lived in that room? because believe me, i would’ve called you in. once, andrew and i had just gotten in a big fight and i was in the chair in the window and the guy across the street propositioned me. i declined his offer. which brings me to
2. so, you know how i had kinda sheer white curtains over the blinds? well, i found the blinds depressing so i used only the curtains for a long time, until one day it dawned on me that i was probably creating a pretty sharp shadow figure for night time haight st viewing while my room was illuminated from within. i mean, no one ever said anything about it, but i immediately switched to using blinds AND curtains whenever it got dark. after reading your lovely story, i sincerely hope no one ever had a name for me like that.
3. sometimes it’s hard to decide what to wear. just saying.