[bunnyb]

doodlebug, I had dinner with the only Vancouverite I know this evening (the boy's bro-in-law) and asked him if he knew of Surrey and he said, yes, he grew up there! Although he agreed with your analysis. He's told me before that it's the car-stealing capital of the world but, thankfully, he turned out alright (he's a very much in demand physio, intelligent, great guy to be around)

I feel fatigued with gossip now the spawn's been officially popped. I am awaiting the shitteth to hitteth the fanneth.

[ritahayworth]

(wiping a tear away)
mando, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said! thank you!

I like to picture Jon Cryer shaking his head, retreating to his trailer, and calling Molly Ringwald to talk about Charlie: "No. I'm serious. Today he brought in all these baby clothes. No, I am not making this up! His own damn line! He wanted me to take a bunch of them home! No, of course not! I HAVE NO IDEA!! Where does he get any of his ideas?"

oh god, that Britney dancing clip is just....ow....I can't breathe. oh god, it's like her very own Star Wars reenactment nightmare.

and I can't stand the vitriol about Britney's weight. It's like this collective "how dare she?" No one ever thought to say that when she stopped going to school at thirteen and was some poor sixteen year old idiot who did a thousand sit-ups a day and was working 24/7 so she could be a little cash machine for that crazy-ass mom and who clearly felt so starved for love/male attention that she proposed to two Cletuses in a row after 24 hours of being with each of them. And she's writing songs about how awful her life is. But oh my god, she gained weight -- yeah, that's the tragedy of all of this.

I love our scary unwillingly-obsessed dreaming support group.

(and oh, thanks raisin -- I love RH; she married Orson Welles and a prince -- see, that's what you do after a childhood of eight shows a week! Come on!)