Watched My Blueberry Nights last night. The players were Borah Jones, Natalie Portman who despite her beauty managed to look haggard, Rachel Weisz who was sporting the most irritating curl that ran down the middle of her face and made me just want to slap a hairband on her and Jude Law who was the prettiest of them all. If you value your time even the teensiest bit, skip this boring mcborington snoozlefest. Ugh.
It was our wedding anniversary this week and I woke up in the morning to find a plethora of flowers on the table from Dr. Dre. I was pretty surprised and touched and then I was all, like, OH SHIT on account of my stupid gift and all. I gave him a bottle of Grey Goose in return because I'm romantic that way. However, this gift does double-duty in the gift department because I'll be drinking it too. (nudge nudge wink wink) All the kids are going for a sleep-over at Oma's tomorrow and we're going out to a real-live movie.
Who else out there thinks of nothing else but sex mid-month? Fess up girls. Gives new meaning to the term dirty thirties.
So David Duchovny just admitted himself to rehab for sex addiction. I'm curious how that is cured. I'm guessing he's not addicted to sex with his wife and therein lies the problem? He is a sexy beast that man. So long as he stays in character as Mulder. I've a weakness for dreamy geeks.