Ok. So I spent last night catching up with my old roomie and good friend Shay, whom I hadn't seen since I entered treatment in July of 2005. She has just returned from Greece and is now, like me, contemplating the next big move in her life. We exchanged "news": who is married and engaged (since that seems to be THE SUBJECT of those in our age range). I can't seem to escape the fact that everyone around me seems to be finding the love of their life, while I, on the other hand, seem to repel love as if it were the plague.
Happy EARLY Valentines Day to me!
Ok, enough of that. WHY did I even begin this post that way? NO CLUE.

What I intended to write about was what I spent the remainder of my evening doing after Shay went home.

I stumbled upon gossiprocks.com. For all you US Magazine lovers, this is the ultimate in eye-candy and gossip. Totally and completely brainless yet undeniably addicting. Yes, I did click through nearly all the photos of celebrities draped in dead animals, and lollipop-head nicole richie (this is like pornography for those in recovery for eating disorders!)







ANYWAY. On this site every photograph has a discussion board for anyone out there who thrives on celebrity bashing and shit talking. Strangely enough I could really care less, but, I was drawn in and will likely return to waste more time of my life researching whether or not Katie Holmes is REALLY pregnant with Tom Cruise's child, or if it's just a pillow stuffed into her shirt.



Oh yah, and what the hell is Britney Spears' deal?

On one hand I'm so disgusted with myself for even wasting 5 seconds thinking about all this nonsense. On the other hand, I don't really fucking care cuz it gives me a good chuckle. Whatever. This post is so five minutes ago.