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.