We are so bored by celebrity news these days, which accounts for a week of silence. Paris's latest scandal is the new Ambien. Lindsay in rehab? Who isn't in rehab and it never sticks anyway. The SAG awards were saggy with the same ole speeches. Anne Heche left her husband for her co-star (Meg Ryan anyone?) , which happens every single day of the week. And Bitsy Boobsalot got engaged to Rockstud! How long will that last? Maybe thirty-three years of celebrity-addiction (our first being Sony and Cher at age five) has worn thin on poor old Dish. Maybe the BF is more entertaining. The only star excitement these days is that Liev Schreiber is the guestor-molestor on CSI and we are loooovvvvviiiiiinnnnnng the sexual tension between him and Marg, who is a redhead just like Dish, but oh-so much older. We're so inspired by him, we wrote a poem at lunchtime:I'll watch CSI for Liev
Who's totally not from Kiev
He's tall like a tree
I come up to his knee
Will I meet him? Probably nev.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled program.
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