Trying to think what's standing in my way...

perhaps I'm just sick of the breadcrumbs. Probably, knowing myself so well, and how I'd even hesitate to bash Jessica Biel for the sake of Cameron, even if it does come perfectly naturally. I've never liked Jessica Biel as an actress, at all. Zero range, plus, she's less girl-next-door than ugly.

Of course, I'm only getting used to the fact lately that pure bred mustangs are content tap-dancing around whole grain, nobody knows what they want or need anymore, from anyone. All blends together eventually.

Last straw was today, obviously. Another Joel McHale look-alike pretending to understand motherhood, and promote it. Doesn't quite click with our species when what comes blathering from his mouth forgets to mention that we're divas.

More like the lady yelling over video games in the living room, pick up your goddamn underwear honey, I refuse to get used to it! Madonna, Oct-u-mom, why not insult Sheryl Crow while you're at it?

We don't raise you idiots because we couldn't achieve sainthood. Because seven cents on the dollar was just too intimidating. It's because the whore title just fits so much better than "pal" or "buddy". I wasn't always ashamed, but I totally am now.