Beam Me UP
I wonder if he likes boys.
But to less dishy matters: Has anyone returned my possessions? NO. Last night I made the stupid mistake of telling Catherine about the burglary of my things, and she laughed and told me she was glad and maybe now without Mannequin I'll finally stop making clothes and wake up that I'm a "nothing" and a "big fat honkin' zero." It was my fault for even telling bitchface in the first place, but it still made me even madder. But I after I got out my grandpa's old fishing rod and practiced casting into the well -- Catherine has learned to hide under her cot, but it still makes me giggle -- I felt better. But what really brought me down off "the ledge" was making the most yummy summer sqaush soup. After eating my soup and watching my fav celebrity news show, The Insider (where is Pat O'Brien? I miss him.), I took out my Eleanor Lurman spinal comb and gave Precious a bee-yootiful new hair doo! Would you like to see it? Too bad, because here it comes! Hee.
Doesn't she look fabulous? Please tell her in the comments -- she lurves reading them too!
And please tell me if you can tell I've been working out.
CACD! (That means "Create a cool day!")