NYT reports two minutes ago that Heath Ledger was found dead in his apartment, from what looks like suicide. I think this is a resounding message that just because you're (a) rich, (b) famous, (c) gorgeous, and (d) in Mary-Kate Olson's apartment, it doesn't mean you're happy (actually, with (d), you're probably unhappy because you're there... not to make light of the situation, but I mean, Heath, dearly departed, what the eff where you doing in MK's crib?
But seriously: very sad to see him die so young. 28 is tragic.
And, on a completely narcisstic and self-indulgent note, I've been blogging away here for three years. Nostalgic? Oh, ye days of yesteryear and writing of bodily functions and the asswipes in high school... sweet nostalgia.