Still hot.

First of all...we get it. Its summer. Its hot. Let's move on to cooler weather. Or atleast someone hit my paypal account up with enough money for an air conditioner. If you need details, let me know.

Moving on. I'm annoyed by voice mail prompts on cell phones. Why all the instructions? Who has seriously not ever left a voice mail? Who calls someone's voice mail to page that person? Grrr.
Anyway. Montel has finally lost it. I don't think B.B. King has found it. It looks like he's doing the stage production of "Diary of a Mad Black Woman."
Talk about Destiny's Child. She looks thrilled to be with Beyonce.
Marsha, Marsha, MARSHA. Christine, you're not aging so well. Do something about that, please. You were goregous.
Minnie, you MUST stop letting Mary Kate Olsen dress you. Seriously.
Jessica, Ashlee, Joe, and any other Simpson...a year ago, I was loving ya'll. Now, you're on more covers than J'Lo was when she was/wasn't marrying Ben. Sit in a cave for a while. Please.
Why do I feel like I need to wear a condom to watch Tara's new show on E!? Eh, that girl. I mean woman. She is 30.
Seriously, ya'll...Morgan is dating. Who knew she'd be the breakout heartthrob of LB? Take that, Kristen. Slut.
We Miss You! Please Come Back!
Alright...I guess that's all. Hangovers don't cure themselves, nor do they make themselves happen...I have to help them along. Have a blessed day, children.