Comments on: Jedi Haiku http://www.thedietdiary.com/blog/lucia/1718 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:55:27 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Kate http://www.thedietdiary.com/blog/lucia/1718/comment-page-1#comment-11334 Kate Mon, 23 Oct 2006 03:28:59 +0000 http://www.thedietdiary.com/blog/lucia/1718#comment-11334 Hmm, let's see...she's a stripper. She was backstage, having just shuffled off her mortal clothing to a jaunty Justin Timberlake ditty in front of an adoring crowd. She was just reaching for the lovely hand-knit Jedi Warrior bathrobe she'd made in between sets and lap-dances over the past year, when the police decided to raid the club. Aghast, she fled into the cold, dark night, reaching for nothing but the warmth of the bulky-ass mittens she'd knit from that leftover skein. Stumbling and trembling as she absconded, not knowing from what she was running, a mere turn of the heel ahead of the law, she wrapped herself tightly in the long white woolens, and willed herself to go on...when, at last, she saw it. Ahead! A door! Heart leaping at the sight almost as much as it had the day she'd seen the matching purse in this whole ensemble, she dashed down the alley and threw open the door, hearing then the shrill echo of sirens muted by its slamming. Relieved, exhausted, she spun on her ever so fashionable heel and discovered herself...on a runway. And that, my friends, is the story of how this peculiarity somehow ended up on a naked woman and in the same sentence as the word "couture." Or, at least, that's my best stab at explaining it. Hmm, let’s see…she’s a stripper. She was backstage, having just shuffled off her mortal clothing to a jaunty Justin Timberlake ditty in front of an adoring crowd. She was just reaching for the lovely hand-knit Jedi Warrior bathrobe she’d made in between sets and lap-dances over the past year, when the police decided to raid the club. Aghast, she fled into the cold, dark night, reaching for nothing but the warmth of the bulky-ass mittens she’d knit from that leftover skein. Stumbling and trembling as she absconded, not knowing from what she was running, a mere turn of the heel ahead of the law, she wrapped herself tightly in the long white woolens, and willed herself to go on…when, at last, she saw it. Ahead! A door! Heart leaping at the sight almost as much as it had the day she’d seen the matching purse in this whole ensemble, she dashed down the alley and threw open the door, hearing then the shrill echo of sirens muted by its slamming. Relieved, exhausted, she spun on her ever so fashionable heel and discovered herself…on a runway.

And that, my friends, is the story of how this peculiarity somehow ended up on a naked woman and in the same sentence as the word “couture.” Or, at least, that’s my best stab at explaining it.

]]> By: alwen http://www.thedietdiary.com/blog/lucia/1718/comment-page-1#comment-11333 alwen Mon, 23 Oct 2006 01:36:42 +0000 http://www.thedietdiary.com/blog/lucia/1718#comment-11333 ? ? ? Although I can't see that she is wearing anything under it, which says "bathrobe", she's also wearing mittens. And spikey heels. Now to come up with a story that accounts for the heels, the mittens, the robe, and the apparent lack of clothes . . . ? ? ? Although I can’t see that she is wearing anything under it, which says “bathrobe”, she’s also wearing mittens. And spikey heels. Now to come up with a story that accounts for the heels, the mittens, the robe, and the apparent lack of clothes . . .

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