What a pleasant dream...

Okay, so my wayward reporter, Julia Chavez? Turns out she can't enunciate. Her name is Judy Echavez. But it's all good. She's recovering! Yay!

Jess called me today 'cause she was worried, which was uber, uber sweet of her. I have not been out of my house in FOUR days, people, FOUR and feel like Anne Frank, but, as Becca said, not.

Finished the 'Time of Your Life' recaps, thank the good lord. God, but they were bad.

Tessie is now at work, and we have both admitted that we realize that we act like a married couple both in the RPs and as ourselves. And the pics of Vaughn and Lauren's wedding are... beyond priceless.

Posted part 6 of perdition on SD-1 and hee, everyone's confused like whoa. Still. They're gonna hate me so much come part 9.

I hate Jennifer Love Hewitt. But no matter. I'm going to read the special recaps on TWoP of the Audrey Hepburn Story and Can't Hardly Wait because I'm a masochist and bored. Sigh.

And Justin Theroux? Alpha-omega hot. No, I don't know why I just said that, but it sounds fully appropriate.

Come on, baby, light my fire.

I am attempting teh writing again. I blow, I really, truly do. It's actually sad.

Maybe I'll try writing JuSi later. Tessie's doing it, bless her little heart. And I love me some JuSi. Because, really? Mrow.

I watched Sommersby today, with Richard Gere and Jodie Foster. I'm not much of a Jodie fan but dude, she was just the cutest little thing on god's green earth. The ending sucked and made me cry. Why, Richard? WHY?

I finished the Time of Your Life recaps! Praise be! Although I am saddened. I will miss Platy. I loved Platy, because I knew she had Syd's face. Hee. This might because they were both Jen Garner. Just a theory.

Nita, doll, I used to really, really like Jennifer Love Hewitt. Honest. But when you read 14-odd recaps of The Worst Show Ever, you, too, will hate her.

Ha, I remember watching Heartbreakers in a hotel in Gainesville with Amelia & co. I think we all hated it. An amusing hatred, but it was there nontheless.

I want pictures of Justin! Maybe I should scour my magazine collection. As I haven't thrown away a single magazine since, gee, I don't know, 1999, I think I must have one. And the ones I keep are Movielines and Premieres (and Seventeen and Teen People, but they aren't cool enough for Justin) and Vanity Fair and Vogue and Bazaar, so Justin MUST be in at least one of them. Hm. Slurp. Sigh.

On the radio they're reporting what places are opened and what places are delivering. Screw delivery, I WANT TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE. Mom's cooking though. Again. This time, she's making lemon bars. The woman is insane.

I have icon ideas for Hannah. Involving lyrics by The Doors. Mmm.

Ah well. Back to writing Syd, who is currently listening to The Doors, because honestly? If Syd didn't love Jim Morrison, which I know in my heart she does, I would lose all respect for her. Mmhmm.