I had a dream about Uma Thurman last night.  She was hiding from the paparazzi in a small trailer park in Dutchess County, but she was still gorgeous.  I'm tellin' ya, that woman can do no wrong!

Speaking of Uma Thurman, this month's Vogue seems pretty good.  I still can't believe Dad threw out my October 2005 Vogue with Gwyneth Paltrow on the cover ( Read more... )

I had the most horrible dream last night that Ms. Marmo's black (?!) husband ordered a hit on himself, but the gunmen got overzealous and shot her instead.  And I watched her die.  And, in death, she became Tyra Banks (also dead).  And I sobbed for days on end, and after that, I holed up in my room, refusing visitors and food and finding comfort ( Read more... )

Election is one of the funniest movies ever. (School = politics, baby, don't you forget it.)

Why do people capitalize lesbian? It's not like it's a nationality.*

Party this afternoon! Jeez, I haven't seen Carol (edit: Carole) in ages! Now she's a true hippie ( Read more... )

Had a dream last night that I was hanging out backstage with Gemma Ward at a fashion show. I was a model, too, and I weighed, like, eighty pounds.

There are no pink fish fillets (probably tuna or salmon) hanging from my ribs.
There are no pink fish fillets (probably tuna or salmon) hanging from my ribs.
There are no pink fish fillets (probably tuna or salmon) hanging from my ribs.

That sure was a bizarre dream.

I had a dream about Uma Thurman last night.

That hasn't happened since I was, like, seven or something.

My dream last night featured Mao Zedong, Stalin, and giant crocodiles.

I had a nasty dream last night. I don't want to forget it, though.

I had a dream last night that I showed up to school on Tuesday instead of Wednesday.

I had the weirdest dream last night about going to church in New Paltz with Lindsay and biking to Hurley while being stalked by a school bus.