There's nothing ball-like about a hairball. It's more like a hair turd. Or a hair torpedo. A turdpedo, if you like. But a far cry from anything spherical.

That is all.

So then I tell the naked Nick Nolte clones not to point that thing at me...

Saw "Saw." So-so.

Spalding Gray is dead and that is not good ( Read more... )

Leah has ordered me to update, like RIGHT NOW while she waits. So this is it.

As you can tell, I don't work well under pressure.

Queen Latifah has breast reduction surgery and Tera Patrick gets implants.

I think I need to lie down for a bit.

The high number of people who found a real-life significant other (a spouse, in some cases) from the rather shallow pool of a single, almost hidden chat room, shoots to shit the "there's only one true person out there in the world for me" theory.

Which, I guess, is good news for those still looking.

Nicole Kidman should have plastic surgery to permanently keep the face they gave her in The Hours. Or just keep wearing the false nose indefinitely. Either way.

A couple of days ago (for some reason while in the shower) the expression "one-whore town" came into my head. There was no context, nothing leading up to it - it just showed up. I thought I was pretty clever for coming up with it.

Today, I did a Google search and it turns out that others have already thought of it.

Fucking world.

Today I found a Euro coin in my p.o. box.
From this we conclude the following:

1) Lierre totally rocks.

2) The dream is finally real: I am being financially supported by a chick.

3) Turns out that CASH is what it takes to make me update this thing. *coughhintcough*