Male manicurist, Phil Collins in the background--so genius, raining and I don't want to venture out in my high heels, falling happens often for Dish, nails look super-fab, but so disappointed about last night's The Nora Walker Show: Epic shocking denouement, she's a florist, not a lesbian, a Boniva taker, not a flying nun. Would be so refreshing for Sally to be a lez, but then no more bfs, as with Lindsay (a girl's name, come on, England) from Chariots of Fire and Danny "I'm too old for this sh*t" Glover, Jon Tenney (called me for my 40th birthday) and Such-a-Treat Williams. It doesn't make the stomach turn like all the closeups on CNN's Parker/Spitzer. Who are we kidding, it's Spitzer/Parker and she is barely a dust ruffle. Spitzer is back, Jack. TG and I ralph daily over how this world is in shambles but we make no generic claim of moving to Canada like other faux-bohemian-affluent-liberal acquaintances. You know who you are, but then, you don't read this because celebrity is pitiful (we say delicious). Will do peace march for all transgressions, including freedom of thought. The smile is back and so is Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream.Bright light: Bill Maher's Christine O'Donnell footage--though it is more silly than damning. Dish was in love with Sonny Bono at age five. I once tried to make an empty chalk carton rise from the power of thought--maybe that was more recent. The only people who might take O'Donnell seriously don't watch Maher.
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I missed the Nora Walker Show due to my absence in places south, but I guess I won't be running to abc.com to catch up. They were doing so well, and then ... that Baltazar with the messed up eyebrow skipped the country ... Kitty couldn't live without that kid she bought and now she barely speaks to it ... and the French artist, mon Dieu, don't get me started on that. I had (have?) such faith in Nora. I fear she may sorely disappoint us. By the by, how's that hospital/hospice/who knows what she's running???
Oh, Hershey, it's good that you were spared the horror that was last Sunday's B&S. You could drive SUVs through the plot holes. Not to mention, oooh, Rachel Griffiths's little brat drank at the French artist's a-list party and yakked her brains out. Maybe next Sunday, they'll do something really exciting and show Nora getting a good deal on 4-packs of Charmin.
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