Etc.

By the way, in my prior post I did not mean to suggest that I wasn't having a good Friday night, I was just contemplating some stuff (I note this because my friend J. read it and said he was sorry I was having a bad Friday night).

No, last night was a good night. I had a great time catching up with my best friend L. on the phone -- we dished about Project Runway, and caught up on our respective personal lives. I think I am a Project Runway geek. It was reassuring to talk to L. though, I think we both know more trivia about the show and more juicy tidbits about all the players than is really normal. Haaa haaaa...

On an entirely different note: If I never have to see another picture of Tom Cruise making a totally psychotic face for the rest of my life, that will be just about enough time for my cornea to recover. It's seriously about time he starts to become Michael Jackson and starts wearing a mask, thus sparing the citizenship of the world from all the trauma of having to see his lexicon of psycho-faces.

Open Letter to the main bitch of the ghost of L. Ron Hubbard -- Listen, I know you just lost your studio contract and all, but there have gotta be some aliens that need to have a jester, so why don't you just find yourself a new planet and try to entertain them. If all else fails, we know you love a good anal probe, so you'll have a good time with them regardless.

JUST GO AWAY TOM. NOW!