Jude Law is dating Lindsey Lohan. What a whore. Her too. I told hubby and he said to me, "you know, he really is a jerk." Like he's giving me dating advice. Yes, I know Jude is a player, but he's just so hot I'd like to believe he's the perfect man. Also, what the hell is going on with American Idol? Sinjaya? What? Ridonkulous. Almost makes me want to boycott the show. Almost.

We got "Shut Up and Sing" off pay-per-view last night. I LOVE the Dixie Chicks, fully supported them from the get go, and highly enjoyed their political statements. Also enjoyed the big DUH from people who realized that they were wrong about George "dumb fuck" Bush, and came crawling back. The whole movie (documentary) made me teary eyed (allergies) to realize what a fucked up country we live in. I'm not huge into politics, but I know there's some real messed up stuff going on. Way too many people being killed for no damn good reason. That's my rant, I'll just leave it there.

I've been hanging out with my friend Georgia again. After a month of not hearing from her, now we're buddy buddy again. I'm happy about it because she's fun and I enjoy being around her, but I still think the whole situation was weird. She swears she wasn't mad at me, or hadn't stopped liking me, she just had too much going on. Her husband was leaving for Iraq, she's going to have surgery and had to go to lots of doctors...so she didn't feel like talking to people. I guess I can sympathize, but really, a month? So now we see each other at least every other day. Last Friday I was there most of the day, and we started drinking wine with dinner, and it was the most fun I've had in a LONG time. John, a neighbor came by because Georgia was babysitting his boys, and asked if one of us could give him a haircut. I mistakenly mentioned that I cut hair, mistakenly because I didn't want to cut this man's hair. I have known for awhile that he has a "thing" for me, which I just find funny. He lives alone in a trailer at the end of the street, he's about 40, and is just kind of a dork. Pierced his ears a few months ago. Mmmm, no. So when I said I could cut hair, didn't mean I wanted to cut his. But he is persistant! My thoughts were, "no, I don't want this man in my house, especially with hubby gone, and no, I don't want to go to your house." He wanted to do it at Georgia's house, and I kept trying to tell him that I was getting tipsy and didn't think it was a good idea. He didn't care. So I cut it. Then he left, and Georgia and I continued to drink, and for some reason we decided to call John. He decided to tell me that he found both Georgia and myself very attractive, etc etc. We were teasing him, saying we were stripping (I know we sound about 14, but we were drunk!) and that he should come back over. He thought we were serious. Basically the conversation got a little carried away, mainly on his part. He told me that his ex could have 30 orgasms a night. Um, yeah right. Something I didn't want to think about, with him at least. Eww. Long story short, I missed my Georgia and am glad she's back.

I'm hoping to leave tonight to head to my dad's house, about 2 hours away, but it's supposed to rain all day and night and day. I HATE driving in the rain, especially in the dark. I had hoped to stop midway where there's an Old Navy and return over $100 worth of clothes. Good for me. I love the way their clothes fit, but I hate the sateen fabrick they use because it pics up hair like a mofo. I told hubby to be home by 5 or 6, but we'll see. He's always at least 30 minutes late.

Time for my morning nap.


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