Showing posts with label The Real L Word. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Real L Word. Show all posts

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Ambien at 8 AM?

The Kennedy Curse is such a clichay (too lazy to put in accent but not too lazy to write this out) that I can't bear writing this next bit, but I will because I'm trying to delay finishing The Pelican Brief, which is awesome. Andrew Cuomo's ex Kerry Kennedy crashed into a tractor-trailer and then was stopped by the coppers. There are reports that she had taken Ambien and then drove. I'm thankful this drug only makes me eat Cheetos before I fall asleep.

The Real L Word is back! I keep saying I'll never watch it again, but I do. I kind of love them. As you can see, there are no total dweebs in the bunch. It's mostly about sex in the shower, who's mad at whom, parties, tattoos, booze, pregnancy, and love-relationships. No knitting or book clubs, politics, strong career focus, cooking, school, or lofty pursuits beyond acquiring fame. That's my main beef, but it's early yet and I can't get enough of these gals. Whitney and Sara are on the verge of marriage (they did marry), which seems insane to me. They were both "hooking up" with the world not three seconds ago. I enjoy Romi the most because she wears her heart on her sleeve and has the coolest accessories. She may have turned back to penis, but at least she's sober. The couple having the baby is beyond cute. The musicians do nothing for me, as yet. Maybe once they start really fighting, I'll perk up.

Kelsey Grammer and Kayte Walsh have a new daughter named Faith. First normal celebrity offspring name all year!

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Happy Gay Pride

Since my self-esteem hinges on how many Likes I get for my George Takei share, I will try to tear myself away and focus on the stars. Oh right, and Gay Pride. I should have hauled my butt to a pier to party with the girls from The Real L Word, but my butt urges me to stay on the couch. It's saying, "Please, Dish, no effort today. We have a little vertigo." Happy Gay Pride, Everyone! It's a glorious event, which should occur daily.

Today, I'm pondering the Kris Humphries downward spiral and instead of fighting, I think he should walk away and sign the divorce papers. Stop speaking to anyone and just play basketball. Marrying Kim K is like being an alkie. After extricating yourself, follow the steps, know that you're powerless to Kris Jenner and that while under the K umbrella you are not yourself. It's time to cut the cord.

I rewatched I Love Trouble, seeing the crabby side of Julia. It's obvious she loathed filming with Nick Nolte. I'm just that attuned to all Julia emotions. Just to give you an idea of the movie's stellar script, Nolte says this at one point to my imaginary BFF: "Where'd you come from? Bitchville?" After my viewing, I did a Google search "Julia Roberts, temper tantrum, mean in real life" and follow the links. I then chastised myself for my negative activities.

Following this, I lit bugs on fire.