I'm not a fan of July 4th. But I love Kathy Griffin. We are polar opposites, except for the red hair, whoring for a buck, and we don't care who sees our panties. She says all the nasty stuff I mean to say but my synapses don't fire as fast. What else to do tonight--Thursday--except watch her on Bravo? In other news, my mental database sputters out Tom Cruise as a birthday. And what's the big deal with A-Rod, Madonna, Mrs. A-Rod and Lenny Kravitz? People act freaky everywhere. Put A-Rod in one of Madonna's bustiers, snap a photo, and I'll be impressed. A-Rod would look fabulous as a girl--but not as spectacular as Hal Sparks in Queer As Folk when he walked in the Pride parade.
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