I can’t give you anything but love, baby.

It’s true. I can’t think of a damn thing. But I have therapy in about twenty minutes so maybe I’ll have some hot brain gossip to tantalize you. The worms of my brains into your little bird mouths… Mwahahahaha. And all that.

Goldmember is unfortunate. I tried to squeeze out more than the four good laughs I had last night watching it and, well, BIG SURPRISE… not gonna do it… wouldn’t be prudent.

Oh, my poor therapist. I haven’t showered yet today and it’s another one of those 1500° mamas. One remarkable thing: when I don’t shower in the morning (hrm, afternoon) my eyelashes are perfectly curled. Can anyone tell me why?

Something big and meaningful later.