While I want to scratch their eyes out, I must pay my respects:Teri Hatcher had another birthday today. She's ruined my life but I have to be happy for her since she allowed to eat cake and is another year older.
Worst news: The woman whose career I wanted, Uma Thurman, just split from her money-bags fiance. Maybe she'll make a great movie now. Dishbrother once told me I looked like her (shut your piehole, J.J.) at the very beginning of The Avengers. The only thing I wouldn't want is to be married to Ethan Hawke. I hate that he's considered literary. My butt is literary. I will produce some literature right after I'm done with this chili.
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