Ok, he got one award



I knew Missy would get video of the year for "Work It." It's just soooo catchy. Johnny got the best cinematography, and really, that's well-deserved. Mark Romanek made a piece of art. It was good to see Duran Duran, too, looking their age and still sporting eyeliner.



With this 3-day heavenly break awaiting me, I will be getting more sleep. I plan on conking out, cat-on-head style, and lying there like roadkill. If the phone rings, so be it. I am getting up tomorrow and conquering laundry. Then my redhead will be searching for new apartments. Perhaps I'll go with him so he doesn't end up like Steve and Miranda on "Sex and The City"---You can't live here! It's the doorway to hell! Certain folk in his inner circle have commented on me, but WE don't care.



Yes, I said WE. We get along, we enjoy each other's company, and we will be spending more time together, despite darts, mosquito control, stupid parents and nutso basements with bad air mattresses. Jealousy from Pete Puma imitators will only push him further away from you and into my life. Why don't you put down the drugs and the beer, and get out of your mother's house? Perhaps if you weren't such a selfish slob you could get out of your mother's house and into your own place. That's pretty sad for age 29, but then again, Steve is 37 and it hasn't stopped him!



My pinched nerve is acting up again and it feels like someone took a sledgehammer to my back. Perhaps Dexter will walk all over me later, Thai-kitty style.



Lunch is fast approaching....I'm off!