Nobody likes Julia Roberts anyway

Sometimes I have a hard time with things. Things, in this case, is all encompassing. Every once in a while everything seems to cave in at exactly the same time. Like an earthquake, except instead of plates in the earth shifting it's serotonin levels in my brain freaking the fuck out. So, y'know, basically the same thing.

When my head decides to take it upon itself to bring the crazy*, it can be really hard to see the silver lining. This time, the silver lining came in the mail.



It was so nice of Entertainment Weekly to do a cover story on me and my celebrity husband, Clive Owen. Not like those biased cheese wieners over at People magazine who haven't named Clive Owen Sexiest Man Alive yet. There's only so many times you can name Brad Pitt or George Clooney sexiest men alive, People Magazine. Jeez guys, get it together.


*Do you guys think Bring the Crazy would be a good movie title? I could follow it up with a sequel, Bringing the Crazy 2: I Think Blue People Are Following Me. Someone get Paramount on the phone.

Nerdy Ladies and Cheese. Yumsie!

Unnng. I ate too many enchiladas tonight.


I wish I could quit you.

I therefore am reduced to sitting on the couch in sweatpants in a cheese induced paralysis. However, it is in my cheesy stupor I'd like to formally announce that I love Tina Fey. She's hilarious, smart and I have a major lady crush on her. I know being in love with Tina Fey is so 2008, but I believe in being fashionably late to the party.


The Tina Fey no pants party.

Did you see that picture? She's cradling a typewriter. A TYPEWRITER. I wish I liked ladies.

Also, 30 Rock is quite possibly the greatest show on television.

Liz Lemon: Kenneth, there is an adult picture of me on there!
Kenneth: Adult? You mean like driving a car or wearing a suit?

Sorry The Office and Lost, but you've just been upstaged by my lady love Tina.