Am crying soft, bitter tears--all because I keep my cell phone off. Thanks to FriendCellPhoneTip, I learned Julia was filming Eat Pray Love (which I sense will be stinktastic) in Tribeca yesterday. Dish was in Tribeca, too. Why no see Julia? We could have knit our sweaters together and complained about the heat. Sigh. The only consolation I have is some woman in India is having 12 babies. Come hell or highwater to get my ass on Dr. Phil, I will have 13 babies. I plan on carrying them around in empty egg cartons. The spare one I'll donate to charity.
John Edwards' (not the psychic) babymama is moving closer to him, and Elizabeth is supposedly pissed. She needs to wash that man right out of her hair. I have the perfect shampoo. It's called Eat My Dust.
Dish is falling out of infatuation with the International Suitor. Suspect he might be a shady drifter, albeit a brilliant one. I haven't encountered brilliance in a BF in four years but it's hard to adore someone who's a kajillion miles away.
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I heard that John Edwards was "this" close (perhaps still is) to making an announcement that the bastard is really his. I'm no Dish, however, so I can only speculate.
International intrigue has its moments. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but oy vey, it can be tiring. Dish creates intrigue by simply parading down the street.
Oh Hershey, you are so good for my already ginormous ego!
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