“Is it just me or is Geronimo a lot smaller than I remember him?”
Holy crap, where the hell have I been? Lots has been going on this month, most of which includes me being the laziest asshole in Manhattan. It’s been cold so I moved my bookcase in front of my door and have been growing a length of beard ala Crazy Mr. Burns above.
Leave it to the golden go-go boy and former Inqueery crush Geronimo to lure me out of hiding with the announcement of his new bobble-hip figurine crafted in his likeness. Picture it: me, hair wild, hissing at the sunlight, arm scrambling to grab the figurine and retreat before I start getting Snuggie-shaped tan lines…
Man, I have so many mixed emotions about this. This must be how it feels to be a 14 year old and buying Zack Efron merchandise from High School Musical. I can only imagine what younger brats do with their sex idol merch. Lord knows I am going to break this poor figurine within the first hour of it arriving. And yes I did order one, and you can too by visiting the merchandise section of Geronimo’s website at justgstyle.com (enjoy the hipper-than-me music and the LOL biography where he talks about his dead black chihuahua Blackie. Zeitgeists of creativity flow through this man.)
And now back to reading Cat Fancy…

Posted by mebrandonb 
New York has its snobs, and so does Los Angeles. I was born and raised over in LA and find myself sometimes missing the people that I so happily fled three years ago when I moved to New York. Not in whole, but in part. This is a very blanketed statement, but there was a healthy populous of snobs back in LA that were still actually very nice people. The brats you encounter here can just be mean spirited grumpy preps, and that really isn’t my vibe.







