Man fixing the shower at New York Sports Club. No shower for Dish after sweaty run. Save yourself.My 24-year-old self cries at the news that Keanu and Charlize may go public as a couple. They had lovely chemistry in The Devil's Advocate and Sweet November, so I knew this would happen. My current self wants to see them photographed together--as they must be stunning--and wishes them every happiness.
One of the Sister Wives is preggo. Doesn't anyone worry about overpopulation? One is enough.
Dish is reading Stacy Shiff's Cleopatra: A Life. Today in faint parallels: Hot queen seduces older man, stealing him away from someone else. Uproar, as she amasses even more glory as major player in world events. Older man falls by the wayside--by stabbing or string of bad movies/decision that he's a musician. Hot queen seduces already taken man/heartthrob, bears his twins. Holy Isis-and-Osiris, it's Angelina! She's allegedly starring in the new Cleopatra flick--an obvious casting choice, except Cleo might not have been so hot as she was a master tactician. Don't think it would be a good movie, but HBO--for sure! Executive producers, remember the bombs, Troy and Alexander. Audiences aren't that keen to go so far back for 13$.
JetBlue: Damn you for your friendliness, plush seats and those little TVs. You got me hooked on Real Housewives of Orange County! I can't get enough of those plastic faces.
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