At least my freakouts are predictable. TG is experiencing my travel-phobia since I'm going to New Mexico this weekend (for work). Wouldn't it be tragic if my plane crashed while Dish is on the precipice of True Love? Perfect idea for a movie, though surviving to see TG in 56 days would be a better premise for Lifetime or the Oxygen Network (or Reality Show, hello ding ding). What will you be doing on December 17th at 11:05 pm? Dish will be at JFK, waiting for TG's plane. It's been 26 years. I lit candles at St. Patrick's Cathedral last night (Dish is not even close to Catholic) but adorable Dishcousin informed me that the Dish/TG relationship will be "lovely," according to a renowned psychic. I'm okay now. Neurotic but you'd never notice (except for the pile of cookies and M&Ms in front of me).But who cares? What's more important? The outrage that is now The Insider, celebrity news show. It's become a panel bitch-fest, a turned-up version of what The View was ten years ago when people talked at the same time and just said mean things. Change the channel. I'll opt for my predictable Steven Seagal in The Glimmerman. May he travel with me and carry my planes.
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Dish is eating way too much sugar.
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