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To: Jeremiah
Status: Sent
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I am watching the best show on oxygen- biggest loser plus dancing with the stars. There is a fat man wearing a sparkly top dancing to believe by cher.
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11:20 PM Thu, Jul 2
Fr: Jeremiah
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I just came
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11:25 PM Thu, Jul 2
Barry Gordy looks so sad! Sad like me. I got goosebumps when Blake told me about walking home last night in Chitown and hearing Michael Jackson playing out of every house. Makes me wish I lived in a more urban area in which to share the grief. Upside: NPR playing classic MJ all day!
Phoenix, Mr. Lee and Bandit are refusing to eat! Their fucking dog food into which I ground up brewer’s yeast tablets and squeezed fish oil into! Fucking dogs!
Wolf Blitzer just thanked Barry Gordy for discovering Michael Jackson. OMG.
Barefoot Pinot Grigio is disgusting.
Ok, WALSH OUT.
I am loathe to admit that I have… gulp… started liking romantic comedies. I know, I know. Ick. Nast. But, but, there’s such a vast, rich tradition of romcoms! Nick and Nora! Tyrone and Loretta! Doris Day! Cary Grant and anyone! So yes, I rented He’s Just Not That Into You last night and watched it alone, in my bathrobe. And yes, I loved it. I would make sweet, sweet love to Bradley Cooper’s baby-blues.
He’s prolly my number one Hollywood Hottie right now. Reynolds has great abs, but those front teeth are a little rabbity when he exposes them.
One quibble, though. WHO STYLED SCAR JO?? They should never work again. You CANNOT, I repeat CANNOT put a curvy woman in a SWEATER TUCKED INTO JEANS WITH A BELT. No. No. No. And furthermore, that red lipstick was beyond hein. She looked like a damn alien with that blonde hair all pulled back in the scene with the ironing board. It takes a lot of work to make a hot person look terrible, you awful stylist you.
