Monday, September 11, 2006

J just hollered in here (oooh, isn't that a lovely country-sounding phrase) and said "Tom Cruise is in DC tonight, watching a Redskins game in the owner's box." While that once might have made my heart go pitter-patter, ever since the whole couch-jumping, Scientology practicing, weirdo phase he's been in...uh, nope. No pitter or patter going on here. Just eye-rolling in disgust that someone who I used to watch over and over (Cocktail) and have the hugest crush on could turn out to be such a freak. What to you think, ladies? It's a sad thing, isn't it?