You know what? I'm done with talking serious today.
Religion? DONE!
Global warming? OVER IT!
Possible nuclear war with Iran? FUGGEDABOUTIT!

I don't care if you're related to me or are a mere blog-surfer stopping by, an agent or the Ambassador of Estonia... I don't want to hear about problems or tragedy or childhood scars or the shape of your spiritual nature or your love or lack thereof of Christ, or your tarred and scarred soul.

I want to talk about who's going to rock the house on American Idol tonight and who should get sent home on their talentless little ass (cough *Ace* cough). I want to talk about whether Katie is going to do the whole "Silent Birth" thing and how she became a pod person and if Angelina is going to have her Pitt-babe in Naimibia. I want to freaking talk about Jessica Simpson's love life! Do you understand me? I want gossip, I want People Magazine and Access Hollywood and Paris Hilton's new CD.

Do not do Earth Day. Don't GO there with me. No peace marching either.

Right now I want hard core bubblegum celebrity trash and I do not plan to let anything, not even the end of the world, come between me and my desire.

Just so you know
J