



Sadly, my headache does not seem to be going away. In fact, it seems to be gaining momentum and soon will occupy my entire being. I realize there's not much you or anyone else can do, but I felt like complaining about it a little more. Tonight we're going out to celebrate Ruthie's birthday, which should be fun. I'm sure I'll be fantastic company with this all-encompassing headache. Ugh. That is all. The end.
Wow, Rumer Willis actually looks somewhat decent. At least I'm not cringing at the sight of her unfortunately shaped face.
Why is Shakira wearing a picnic tablecloth?
Well, at least Lindsay is wearing a relatively reasonable skirt. Plus, she's not trying to pass those nylons off as pants, so I'm happy.
Bug spray, used in copious amounts to kill all the annoying and incessant bugs in my house, equals:
WAAAAAA.
I figured I'd have no problem finding her and always imagined her to be super nice and sweet. Well, that was incorrect. She is neither of those things. I saw her coming down some stairs and walked up to her (mind you, it was only me and her on the stairs - no one else in sight) and asked her for a picture. She said, "Not now, maybe later." Really? Later? Is there really a time in the universe when our paths are going to cross again? Probably not. Big meanie. :(


Talk about making your car muffler super cute! But then dirty smoke would come out of it....hmmm...

Holy crap, that's a mis-matched couple. I think Ryan Reynolds can fit Scarlett into his pocket and carry her around.
Why, thank you, Hugh, for the cute pink presents. Don't mind if I do.
And now modeling the "Hobo Chic" collection, we present the cast of Whip It.
Gerard Butler is so adorable, I almost can forgive him for carrying a "murse." Well, almost.
You have my permission to kill me on the spot because my life is over. Seriously. That is just the saddest thing I've ever seen. .jpg)
Last night I received a "Breaking News" update from E letting me know that one of the stupid K Kardashian girls got married. I'm sorry, how is this breaking news? She's been pimping that wedding out all week and everyone knew it was happening yesterday. Also, I don't care. Must've been a slow news day.
So, one of my friends got a boob job. I'm always fascinated with people who get boob jobs because they always want you to touch them. In fact, they insist. It's very odd to feel up my friends. I'm just saying.
This morning the Talks-A-Lot girl asked someone how he was, to which he replied, "I'm doing well. How are you?" And she had to be a Topper and say, "REALLY well." Now, come on. Is the really even necessary? 
Oh, and in case you had any inclination to see either of these movies at the theater, DON'T. Maybe wait for video, but even then I'm not really promising you won't think you just wasted a few hours of your life by watching them. Also bad? Observe and Report (which is on DVD, but I still feel cheated for caring about seeing it at all). Don't say I didn't warn you.
But, I digress. Doug is SO funny! He was on Last Comic Standing, in the movie Super High Me and is a regular on VH1s Best Week Ever. He cracks me up. I'm so glad I was able to see him perform live. After the show he was in the lobby with his opener and wanted to talk to everyone. So cool.
Surprisingly, I had a very productive weekend. I finished a blanket (and got the supplies for the next one, which I've already started), watched some shows, finished my Netflix movies, flipped my mattress, went to the laundromat (ugh), cleaned my house, got the pictures I wanted, made some cards, picked up my Randy Travis tickets, found a hotel in Wendover, went to the Farmer's Market, got a temporary ATM card at the bank, went to a comedy show, went to a movie, and hung out with some friends. Phew! What a mouthful. It felt good to get a bunch of stuff accomplished as the past few months have been spent wasting time and doing not much of anything over at M's. Being busy is good....plus, it keeps me from missing anyone of note. Although, I suppose I still do (a wee, wee bit, but it hasn't even been a week - I can't expect miracles overnight, right?). When am I going to be the tough girl who doesn't give a crap and forgets people overnight? How do I learn to do that?
Way to show off your best assets, Patricia Arquette. I'm still jealous that you somehow landed Thomas Jane. I love him.
I realize Sarah MacLachlan loves animals, but did she have to paste one to the front of her dress? Ick.
Brad! Why are you trying to look like a Billy Goat? NOT hot.