Facebook Status Updates

Since I'm on a FB diet this week--and it's killing me, i.e. I can't FB stalk my usual suspects or keep infinitesimal tabs on TG--I will put my status updates here:

In my world, there's room for TWO donkey booty exercise DVDs. You go for it, Kenya and Phaedra.

Today is all about doing the same thing twice. THANKS, certain people.

Awesome hair day, even after exercise.

Betrayal, thy name is Beyonce. She lipsynced at the inauguration? Don't people WORK anymore???? Is Jersey Boys pre-recorded?

Shameless is my deepest fear. Why did I buy the entire season? Hating it.

Trying not to imagine Adrienne Maloof and Sean Stewart together. Ooops,too late.

Why am I wearing dots again?

If I had a dime for every show/thriller that features an effed up ex-agent called in for a special case, I'd be sh$tting caviar and Ferraris.

Loving The Following even though it's cliché, hello Se7en, Silence of the Lambs and The Killing.

Adrienne and Sean are still doing it in my head. Frances, I'll take that labotomy now.

Kevin Bacon's nostrils--still enormous!!!

Crazy on the 3rd floor called her new dog Greta one week, Mitsy the next.

Where Did I Go?

Can I help that my daytime schedule sucked the energy from my limbs? I thought about the stars but could not research, opine or obsess as usual. Dishreaders, that lapse ends today. While I remain in Los Angeles, somewhere in the Santa Monica area in a super-sh*tty hotel, I am free as a bird and ready to root out the dirt.

Today, I'm dealing with the shock wave that Dr. Paul Nassir and Adrienne Maloof are separating. My heart breaks. They fought constantly on RHoBH but seemed to have this shorthand. I fantasized that their chilliness masked a smoldering connection behind closed doors. Maybe they are so rich, so taut-skinned that they don't need to struggle, which can be the struggle. Sad.

Still not reeling over the Kristen Stewart cheating scandal. Still believe it was a staged breakup. If it wasn't, ain't youth grand? Time to bring on the new big couple from a 50 Shades of Grey movie.

The Jacksons continue to be an absolute mess.

In personal news, TG is sore from his first surfing lesson. He's having fun berating me over my poor hotel choice.