Poor Rosie. She never saw that big hippie van coming. Even if Mary Ann hadn’t been looking down while rolling a joint, I don’t think Rosie had a chance. I’m working on a deadline. Recap coming up probably later this afternoon. So much to think about…so little time.
I’d say that Nay has reached the end of her rope. Who’s with me?
On Tuesday night, a girlfriend and I went to see an advanced screening of “He’s Just Not That Into You.” Although I doubt it will ever be nominated for an Academy Award, there were a few gems that stuck out as points to ponder: 1. If it’s been a week and he hasn’t called, he’s just not that into you. 2. I am the rule…not the exception. 3. Bradley
I was at a fabulous theme party this weekend. A friend offered to cut his curly locks on his birthday and a few of us ran with it. “Hair Party 2009” was a blast in my book and will definitely go down in history as unforgettable. So there I was, standing in front of the stage in the backyard, listening to the live vocal stylings of a friend singing
