Don’t bother
calling me this summer. Not that anyone does. But if, by some weird flux in the universe, anyone needs to get in touch with me in the evenings, I won’t be answering. The Amazing Race (yay!) and BB5 (hiss!) have started, and I’ve been sucked in like a mickey dee’s chocolate milkshake. And yes, there are already folks among them who I seriously dispise.
Yay for morally empty fame whores! They keep me entertained.
