Lindsay Lohan mistakes quilt batting for crack cocaine.

Okay, so I lied. She didn't really. But I think maybe she should, if only because it would further my delusion that the things I think somehow come to pass.

Of course, if that were always true, then this morning, there would have been a little old lady on the bus who was inexplicably eaten by a gigantic purple monster that was sitting next to her. And really that would happen on an almost weekly basis. Someone would always be getting eaten by something on the 147 express bus to downtown.

Perhaps a giant Macy's Thanksgiving day parade balloon of Lindsay Lohan would snort that little old lady and then float away on the gases of her own celebrity-swollen head.

No?

Then perhaps you should just visit my etsy.com shop instead.

ChilledMonkeyBrains

Go. Now. Enjoy. Buy. Love.

Know Who Else Died Today?

Somebody's grandmother.
Somebody's mother.
Sombody's brother.
Sombody's child.
Refugees the world over died of hunger today.
People died in Darfur because of hate and ignorance.
People died in Iraq today because of ego and fear.

I just can't find it in me to feel bad for Heath. If anything I feel sad for his daughter, and his family. For him though? He's cashed his final check. He's done for this go around. Only thing left for him is whatever comes after this, and the only one who knows that for sure is him. So, no, I don't really care much.

I hope that if I had a friend who was that low, I'd see some sign, and find some way to help. I hope that if I was that low, someone would step up and show me some love.

I'm not passing judgement, I'm just offering some perspective. He was an actor and he was good. But he wasn't a friend of mine, and he wasn't any more important than any of the other people who died sad deaths today. But perhaps his death was slightly less important than the people who died today who were trying their damnedest to stay alive.

That's allz I'm sayin'.