“No, we can’t talk about it now and we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more, but it was vile and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me”

Hey people! Just a quick hello before I venture on it to work. Early call time today, but that means I’ll be home early. My girlies H & K are coming over for a slumber party, tee hee hee! It’s the season premier of The OC and series premier of Reunion, so we’ll be watching these shows, combing each others hair and having pillow fights in our nighties.
My dog got sick last night. I think he ate some bad grass while out on a walk. H’s boyfriend Scotty2Hotty offered to bring him to the vet for me, but I chose to wait and see if he’s feeling better this morning, if he’s still sick I’ll bring him today. He was just throwing up so that’s why I think it was the grass.
Everyone knows how I love the mall. Well, last night me, Heidi, K, Chris, Scotty went to The Grove otherwise known as Heaven on Earth. Surprisingly, the only thing I bought was Death Cab’s new cd (yes, I’m a hipster). We ate at Cheesecake Factory I ordered my usual, Evelyn’s Favorite Pasta. I wonder just who is this Evelyn? I want to tell her that her favorite pasta is my favorite pasta. I wonder if we have other favorites in common…Anyway, Chris forced me to share a brownie sundae with him while everyone else ordered cheesecake. I obliged, but I don’t think I can eat for the rest of the week. Look at that thing!





P.S. For those of you that have emailed me the link to G’s suspicious radio interview, I know all about it and I’m on it so stop starting trouble, things are fine.

I’m sure you all have already donated something to the Red Cross (right?), but if you have anything extra to spare, please take two minutes and donate to the North Shore Animal League of America, which is helping to rescue the thousands of dogs and cats that have been left behind. I can already anticipate a few people saying, “Who cares about the animals when there are thousands of people sick or dying?” Those people obviously never had pets as children—or simply have cold, black, shriveled up little hearts. Give!