The nation's oldest Death Row inmate probably won't ever be executed. But he sure loves to write letters.
In Texas, restitution for victims is nothing but a state-sanctioned sham.
If you thought Seattle couldn't fetishize coffee any more, you haven't been to a "cupping" yet.
He hands me his card and tells me to call him with "any more questions, or if you would like some consulting for your own fashion needs."
I blush, looking down at my plain brown tiny-tee (a Ross find), my thrift-store suede skirt, and Liz Claiborne shoes, which, true to their price, have been killing me all evening. Wonder if he has any advice on finding a wide high heel for less than 50 bucks that can survive more than three outings without deteriorating into a useless, painful torture device?