9:33 PM Laura: greetings
9:34 PM me: hi
i’m reading the news
Laura: how are you?
me: meh
Laura: meh is right
me: I’m grouchy
too much to do, not enough time
Laura: I know that feeling.
makes me cranky
9:35 PM I am often cranky
Today I saw Newt Gingrich. Also, a mailbox dressed as R2D2.
Sadly not Newt dressed as R2D2
me: and I’m tired of the way all of the media outlets give me the same stories.
me: yeah…
see, now I’m on a gossip page and it’s like Britney deathwatch
last year it was Anna Nicole deathwatch
Laura: and then she died
me: always some blonde girl they have to chase around until they die.
9:54 PM Laura: I’d rather it was Paris Hilton
me: it was like after princess di instead of never again it was ‘oh yes annually’
Laura: that they chased around until she died
me: they’re like the virgins getting tossed into the volcano
it’s so, so gross.
Laura: lol – I was just going to say it’s now a ritual sacrifice
me: it so seriously is.
9:55 PM Laura: to appease the media gods. bread and circus.
blood-thirsty circus, per usual
9:57 PM me: it’s never a guy
Laura: the gods don’t like guys, it seems. just blond girls.
me: Owen Wilson tried it and people were like ‘oh please’ and now he’s all ship-shape in time for Darjeeling Limited Stand and Model sessions.
Laura: they are very picky, the gods
me: you mean, on their plate.
no guys on their plate.