Ah, the Oscars.
Words should be flowing from me, flooding this blog.But, alas, all I can do is sigh and move on.
I expressed all I could last night at the hottest party in town. A party with the hottest people, eating the hottest food and having the hottest time.
What happens at the hottest parties, stays at the hottest parties.
Hot out.
I know she is probably a jerk and the Hurt Locker was so-so, but the joy of having Cameron's ex-wife beat his silly movie blockbuster with her piddling little movie is a movie itself. Appropriate for the first female director Oscar. Mmm... I wonder if they did it on purpose so they could make the movie. Why I live in Pittsburgh.
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