If I could make love to my iPod I would. It has brought me so much immense pleasure (and without the hassle of double-A batteries)! I feel like I owe it something.
Anyway, I'll be back soon, promise.
In the meantime, my comments on the week: I loved Chris Penn and I got a big old lump in my throat when I read on the wires that he had been found dead. Loved him in At Close Range, Reservoir Dogs and True Romance. I am a sucker for big-old burly guys. And Jesus Christ, it just sucks when someone dies so young...
Note to Oprah: Give it a fucking rest with the indignant posturing. Like you never lied before. Get over yourself. Go shopping or something.
Randy (the Milkman) is feeling better, his new meds are helping and his T-cells are better. And we have been having a great time lately. Only the GITB is a little irritated that Randy sent me a huge extravagant arrangement of orchids for opening night last week (and he sent Schmoopie a gift and the card read: "with love from your big, gay dad"). The GITB brought me a bunch of daisies. I loved them both. I am a very lucky girl to be so well loved by the incredibly exceptional men in my life.
2 comments:
I really, really want an iPod!
Yes.. Oprah has lost a view points in my book.
Try Moby Lives podcast. I think you'll find it interesting.
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