9 Days ‘Til Halloween: A Developing Nightmare Is A Foot

I rarely profile anyone as a type, whether high maintenance nor low rent, but I'm finding it very hard to distinguish one multi-use all purpose glass diva from another, and I wonder if they may be begging collectively, the proverb that heeds caution against rolling a stone with an elevated thrust and lift...if not also getting pelted with eco-friendly tomatoes...the solidarity of a blue wave, as an abrupt green flip of a bird.

This newest one seems less "Phenomenal" than the Thai restaurant that is destined to be pineapple iced out on rice, which features an outdoor garden patio, more French in total than the French Quarter of another former haunt. How sentimental of me to mention it had just declared its Love for Weho, in a hand made show of artistry...by a woman who was working there up until half passing me bye and still going going gone.

Collars and Leash was a throwback to those days when 50+ Grand Dames didn’t need to come out of Cruella Deville's closet wearing diamonds, their pride of being comfortable within their own skin was 100% natural attitude.

It takes a village idio-I mean, dummy, to take a village away from peasants, for pheasants under glass. Even in the olden, no more golden development days, Joni Mitchell lamented they put "up" a parking lot, they didn't bury it underground nor disguise all the passengers inside with windows that are..."tinted?" That glass used to be the guy in Michael Jackson's rear view mirror.

I realize it's much easier to be the PATCH "Mayor of West Hollywood" than the Mayor of West Hollywood or any one of 5 City Council Members...all that running for office alone would wear me out.