Um...I never thought I'd have to do a SIGHTING entry while we're at home on the Gulf Coast, but saw the All American Rejects guys at Publix grocery store in Sandestin tonight when we went in to get some milk. Weirdness. A few of my music biz friends have told me they live here as they thought it was really odd that even one person they knew lived here. It was really weird because it's off-season, so we pretty much had the whole grocery store to ourselves..and, of course, I think I'm the only person in a 200 mile radius who would even know who they are.

Oh..I'm not living under a rock. I realize what's going on with Britney, but I have to pack to head to NYC, so that little diatribe will have to wait!

thank God I only have to count to two to do the cha cha

I don't know about you, but this time of year is incredibly busy for me. Keeping up with TV is just unbelievably time-consuming and now during premier week, I'm getting an idea of exactly the sacrifices I'm going to need to make to keep up with stuff. Just last night was House, Bones and The Unit.

I'm including this picture of some Ambercrombie & Fitch model guy from Dancing with the Stars guy because:
a) I'd like to know their definition of a "star"
and
2) I can't stop wondering how the marketing folks at A&F figured out how to make their stores smell like two teenagers dry humping in a dirty clothes hamper.

and i use the term "hygeine" loosely.
dlisted says she asked the reporter for TAMPONS. well, at least she's not pregnant again.

this jacket's expensive!

crewmember on tom cruise's nazi movie unable to continue repressing human emotion finally explodes- dlisted
"butters" expounds on international policy - just shoot me when i start taking morons like him seriously..- perezhilton
hahaha! no really. yet another self-important numbskull. - popsugar
yet another thing katie couric doesn't understand..the list is endless - perezhilton

I did a writing exercise recently where I had to write a story in 50 words:

When the drops hit our windshield, my heart skips a beat. In the south, even weather is religious. It isn’t fodder for elevator chatter to avoid awkward silence. Storms rumble out of blue skies and destroy a carefully crafted life. The wind testifies to me: you are not in control.

Tonight on Yom Kippur as I'm listening to the Tropical Storm whip around outside and unable to sleep, that story comes to mind...