It's one of those weekends when there's nothing much/important to talk about, you know? I mean, do you really want another blog about PARIS' jailhouse rock? Thought so.
Then we have US Weekly showing pictures of Lindsay Lohan and another young singer/actress/personality heavy-lidded drunk and posing with knives. Throw in Nicole's skinny adventures and some other troubled twenty-something celebrity's latest drinking binge/driving problems. They are all sexay, sexay girl pretending to be so, so bad. "I know, let's not wear panties tonight! And pretend we didn't know our naughty bits are being photographed!" Yawn.
The ennui is echoed even in the sports world: NBA finals...other than Cleveland, does anyone care? And this is from a old-school Cavaliers fan. Clemens and the Yankees. Other than SQ's squeeing, is there excitement in the air? ;-) Oh wait, there was the Magic appearance and disappearance of a certain ex-now-back Gator coach. That was pretty heart-pounding. Michele Wie faked another injury? Yawn.
So I turned off the TV and picked up a sure thing, a romance book! There is nothing like a good romance to take me out of the boring, boring world. Linda Winstead Jones' contribution to the Raintree trilogy, HAUNTED, is my choice. What's yours?
Bored? Can't figure out what to do other than put on make up and walk around without panties? Have you thought about taking up the HARLEQUIN 10,000 Book Challenge? It's a LOT MORE fun than jail. Plus, no one will take pictures of you reading in your holey bathrobe and bunny slippers and post them on YouTube.
Then we have US Weekly showing pictures of Lindsay Lohan and another young singer/actress/personality heavy-lidded drunk and posing with knives. Throw in Nicole's skinny adventures and some other troubled twenty-something celebrity's latest drinking binge/driving problems. They are all sexay, sexay girl pretending to be so, so bad. "I know, let's not wear panties tonight! And pretend we didn't know our naughty bits are being photographed!" Yawn.
The ennui is echoed even in the sports world: NBA finals...other than Cleveland, does anyone care? And this is from a old-school Cavaliers fan. Clemens and the Yankees. Other than SQ's squeeing, is there excitement in the air? ;-) Oh wait, there was the Magic appearance and disappearance of a certain ex-now-back Gator coach. That was pretty heart-pounding. Michele Wie faked another injury? Yawn.
So I turned off the TV and picked up a sure thing, a romance book! There is nothing like a good romance to take me out of the boring, boring world. Linda Winstead Jones' contribution to the Raintree trilogy, HAUNTED, is my choice. What's yours?
Bored? Can't figure out what to do other than put on make up and walk around without panties? Have you thought about taking up the HARLEQUIN 10,000 Book Challenge? It's a LOT MORE fun than jail. Plus, no one will take pictures of you reading in your holey bathrobe and bunny slippers and post them on YouTube.
Actually, now that I have had my coffee, I think it would be great if each of us send Paris Hilton a romance to read for each day of her incarceration and have her post a pic of herself reading it on Youtube. Wouldn't it be good advertisement? She looks up, with Gennita Low's The Hunter, and says, "'S hawt." Then you can comment, "It's Hawk, Paris, HAWK!"
;-) Okay, back to reading Haunted.... Or, you can stare at this picture of naughty sea cucumbers having sex:


I know I can sneak in a sexy vege (sea cucumbers is a vege too!) pic on a slow Sunday! Heh.
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