It's Motherf*cking summer, bitches!

That's what my friend said gleefully as we clumsily made margaritas with orange popsicles in a West Hollywood kitchen on the night of America's independence. And summer it is. I never seem to be online anymore. I am having slumber parties, dating boys, making new friends and living a real life in the real world. It's nuts.

And now I have to git to work on the interweb and all I can do is stare zombie-like at the CNN homepage and think about how this dude looks like he was born to bite a Wimbledon cup. Congrats whoever you are. You are hot.



Also, in these past few weeks I have begun concocting a large, excellent prank which will culminate in spring of '09 and will be highly documented and, ideally, sponsored Star Jones style. Coverage will begin here as soon as I get my head out my ass.

In the meantime, enjoy the motherfucking summer.