Hate having the apartment to myself.

More'n a lightweight than I remembered.

Almost starting to envy cloistered nuns.

Oh my God.

I'm in Star.

I found out when Sister Rose pulled me aside, opened the magazine and pushed it toward me. I guess one of the parishioners saw it and came right over and oh my God. It's a picture of Tony and me eating frozen yogurt. And, of course, there's a caption about Mr. Stark's new mystery flame and -- what if they find things ( Read more... )