Still Not Simone de Beauvoir. You Know, Just Saying.

Stop that, Max, you're not Sartre either, stoppit.

Actually, all this Simone de Beauvoir business stems from this seriously odd dream I had where Max was Jean Paul Sartre and I was Simone de Beauvoir. You know, the Second Sex chick. She wrote that if a woman pees standing up she will experience an epiphany. When my friend Janice was six. I, hearing this from mom, told her about it, and she tried it. She didn't experience any epiphanies. But urine got everywhere. Srsly. Not pretty. Ah well.

OMG. Mickey, do I ever have a new guy for the harem.

His name is Tony Vincent, he played Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar and he is guh. Just. . .guh. I mean. Guh.

I have this terrible impulse to kidnap Stephen Sondheim and force him to write a House musical.

Such a good idea. SUCH A GOOD IDEA, SRSLY OMG.

Oh, and by the way, just to corrupt anyone who watches House. . .

HOUSE AND WILSON 4 EVAH.

They are meant to be.

Why do I insist on making all the attractive men I see gay in fiction? Never mind, don't answer that.

I'm having one of those days when I enjoy being a shallow young teen. The fact that I'm talking about Sartre would seem to indicate that I'm not much good at that. But I'm trying. I'm listening to the Bad Day song from American Idol, for pity's sake.

The Hughs are ruling my life at present. That's Laurie and Panaro, in case you are not enlightened.

Also: Colin Firth. IS A GOOD THING FOR EVERYONE. AND SO IS RUPERT EVERETT. AND THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST MOVIE IS LOVE. LOOOOOOVE. Except Reese Witherspoon, who is ew.

Cole Porter also good thing for people yes is he. My grammar dead syntax also yes yes.