Monday’s Nun
February 25, 2008
Big Vegas birthday bash in two weeks. Fab plans require fab clothes…


(and now back to the red carpet… the REAL DEAL when it comes to FAB -vs- DRAB)
Thank goodness, I feel like myself today.
I seem to have gone through some sort of anxiety crisis last week– so unusual for me (as I’m generally grounded… some would say flat even).

Fool’s Gold
Ho-hum of a movie. Actually almost fell asleep at one point. Definitely don’t waste your money– not even when it comes to DVD. Even if there’d been a million, there couldn’t possibly have been enough snap shots of McConaughey sans shirt to have kept me entertained. And the actress that plays Gemma? OMG… SO ANNOYING, and so NOT funny.
This movie was: (-) infidelity; (-) puking– although there was a definite gagging scene (just no actual upchuckage).
Here’s what one critic had to say from Rotten Tomatoes:
Ought to come with a warning sign posted in the lobby: no shirt, no shoes, no laughs.
Christ. Definitely NOT a good night to be watching Bridget Jones’ Diary.
(all by myself… don’t wanna be all by myself anymore)
* bugger *