I have to tell you, things are good. I am . . . I am . . . Whooo! cheap broadway play tickets . . . I am very good. I just returned from a walk and . . . HA! Things. Are. Good. I've got a bowl of hard kibble with some soft stuff mixed in. My name's on the bowl! I am passionate about this lamb-and-rice recipe. What's been going on? HAHA! I'm so in love with this bitch! HAHAHA! I can't . . . I'm so . . . I can't restrain myself. HAHAHAHAHAHA! We met at the park. She was in the run for little dogs . . . 'cause she's, well . . . HA!
In line at the grocery store today, Josh wondered aloud about the various Brad/Jen/Angelina stories that were in the tabloids on display. And I was, I regret to say, able to inform him. You know how I know this crap? Because I run across it as I m engaging in America s new favorite pastime: reading about the madness of Tom Cruise. As in today, at Slate , where I read:
But the world needs a new celebrity train-wreck now that Michael Jackson s even more over than he used to be. At least the Tom Cruise meltdown-o-rama is entertaining. It means there ll be sequels to that old Tom Cruise joke, You know that movie with Tom Cruise? The one where he plays that cocky young guy?
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