Why I love J.J. (who is freakishly old today):
He's very good-looking and resembles Hugh Jackman, but with an edge.
He's one of the few who can handle my huge red hair, but he curses all the way through the appointment.
He calls me a c*nt, which no one has ever done and he seems to appreciate the irony.
His hyperbole is not to be missed: "_____ was the best film in cinema." "Her feet were so deformed, they looked like penises!"
He is always himself. Nothing more, nothing less. And you always want more.
In more unimportant news: Madonna's brother living under a bridge. It's still bigger than my apartment. Walking home today, I could feel that special Duran Duran magic under the cement. I know exactly where they are, but I am civilized...and I am sick so I went directly home. The sad thing is that I am very under the weather and I will be inconsolable if I can't rally for tomorrow's concert. TG might have to go in my place.
You know Neal Schon and Michaele Salahi are going to get their own reality show. Jail-bait Courtney and Doug were kicked out of the pumpkin patch for being inappropriate.
Desperate Housewives: Lynette and Tom belong together. All the housewives are going to jail, just like in
Seinfeld.
The Good Wife: Julianna's maroon suit was to die for. The evil wife-killer reminds me of an ex. Feel that Alan Cummings should be my new best friend.
That is all.
