Good Morning, peeps! Happy Sunday! Shavua Tov! Wishing all of you a great week!
It's triple H again, @#%&!
A half-naked old dude was walking under my window earlier spaying something - I assume the bushes, which management planted last year trying to make this place look better.
The battle for sovereignty over our place continues between George and Sniff. Yesterday George re-established his mastery over the top of the bookshelf, which now joins my bed and the cat house on the list of places Sniff can only visit when George is not there.
How many beauty products is Guthy Renker making already? At least 3 infomercials at the same time, and at least 2 infomercials for juicers - interesting, that.
Emma Watson claims that she is in love with Britain and does not want to live in LA - lady, you can travel all you want for work, make airlines happier, and be another proponent of healthy environment who leaves a healthy carbon footprint. You can also exert yourself and speak up against the vicious invaders that are killing everything that is good about Britain - at an alarming rate.
Solange Knowles is currently trending at #1 because she and her dear sister Beyonce did not show up for their dad's wedding - classy yet again.
Nigella's hubby wants a divorce because she did not defend him after pictures of him grabbing her neck in a public place were making headlines - duh! You are trying to choke your wife in a public place, and she is supposed to defend you?
Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez reunited on the 4th of July, after which Bieber twitted about "great night" - what kind of idiot pills is Jelena taking anyway?
Aniston's make up artist "revealed" her secrets - I think she did that in Glamour about 4 yeas ago, but who is counting anyway.
And, finally, the paparazzi are lining up in front of London's St. Mary's hospital in anticipation of the royal baby's arrival - gosh, these people are worse than the Star Wars fans, even if they are being paid for it (supposedly).
Coffee this morning in my black glass from Target.