Musings

I hate doing it, but I must revisit my Nick Lachey issue. Bear with me and read selected portions of his new song, emphasis mine (there is a reason for this):

What's Left Of Me

I want you
and I feel you
crawling underneath my skin
like a hunger
like a burning
to find the place I've never been
now I'm broken
and I'm fading
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have
What's left of me

I've been dying inside Little by little
Nowhere to go
But goin' out of my mind
In endless circles
runnin' from myself until
You gave me a reason for standing still

Falling faster Barely breathing
Give me somethin' to believe in
Tell me it's not all in my head

Take what's left of this man
Make me whole once again

I've been dying inside you see
I'm going out of my mind
Out of my mind
I'm just runnin' in circles all the time
Just runnin' in circles in my mind
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left of me
Take what's left of me

Now, Nick, his publicist and his record label want us all to believe this is a heartfelt ballad of love. But I realized tonight why it bothers me so when I hear this song on the radio. It is because poor Nick has made a horrible mistake; he has confused love with leprosy. He does not have feelings for this poor girl, he has a flesh-eating disease. If you don't believe me, re-read the song. You'll come around.


As I drove home this afternoon, I noticed something different about the Thai restaurant a few blocks down from our apartment. It had huge lights pointing at the front windows and guys wearing headsets guarding the door. What? As I looked closer, I noticed an RV parked on the sidewalk, a small truck down the sidestreet and tents in the back. Some movie or TV show was being taped there! Just blocks from my bedroom! I nearly caused a traffic incident as other L.A. drivers are so used to seeing this sort of thing.

I mentioned in that earlier post my affinity for Hollywood gossip, but I am now shocked and apalled that I'm not the only loser in this voting district. Even the local evening news does stories about the latest in celebrity break-ups, the most recent reality show cast-offs and, most importantly, the wide world of Anna Nicole. SOMEONE SAVE ME. Now placing bets on who da the baby daddy is. Except I don't care.

After I purchased 17.5 pounds of Science Diet, my cat refuses to touch the stuff. I tried the 'add it to the existing food' approach, and after nearly a week of sulking and moaning, she has settled into a routine. She eats around the new food until only it remains in the bowl. She's in for a shock once the old food is gone. I have a strong will, friends. But I'll still take any suggestions you may have. Click on 'responses' right below and leave a message.

That's all for now. It's late.