I remember several years ago I used to religiously read this website called TheSleaze.com. It was a gossip site written by this chick who seemed to have this amazing ability to get backstage and get completely trashed and hook up with just about everyone you'd want to read salacious stories about. Anyway, I read it every week for like a year or two and then one day she just stopped posting. It was so upsetting- I *still* go back to that site and check. But no. Anyway, I always like to think there are a couple of people checking my site for signs of life.
Fluff is on the brain tonight as I just finished watching the Golden Globes. Who I love: Tony Shalhoub winning for his OCD-detective show that I think is hilarious but always worry will be cancelled because it doesn't seem like anyone else watches it. What I'm wondering: how has U2 managed to brainwash the entire world into thinking they are a great band? What I'm regretting: the 2,000 chips with guacamole consumed over the course of the evening. What I'm resenting: the fact that I have to work tomorrow when nobody else does.
