Someone reached my blog by searching, and I’m going to type it exactly as it appeared:
“the burps” throwup
It feels good to be recognized.
Someone reached my blog by searching, and I’m going to type it exactly as it appeared:
“the burps” throwup
It feels good to be recognized.
Today I accidentally washed my hair with body wash. The kind for your body. I don’t know how it happened. I mean, I do, but it’s a long story which I don’t care to share so I’d appreciate if you would stop trying to get it out of me. I mean, I noticed that it wasn’t really lathering in the regular shampooey way, but I just let it go. Actually, that’s not true either, I decided not to fight the lack of suds and so I just poured more into my palm. So what I’m trying to say is that today I washed my hair with a shitload of body wash. Then upon realizing it I decided to wash it with shampoo and I wasn’t sure whether that would restore some precious pH level and amino something or other and pump up the volume or whether it would further damage and strip my once lovely locks. Then I conditioned, careful not to be pouring hand lotion into my hair because I’ve lost confidence in my ability to shower effectively.
Then I ate a bar of soap, because why not.
I should add that the story will appear in Page Six Magazine, which is now online as well as in print, so I’ll be able to link to it and you won’t have to trudge out in the snow to get a copy. (It may be 90 degrees outside but my references remain wintry.)
Three things surprise me about this story.
1. The fondlee was female.
2. Marijuana? I would have expected something harder.
3. I could have sworn there was a third thing. I find the depth of the cleft in his chin quite noticeable, but I’m not going to go so far as to say surprising. Also, his hair color. Also, the crazy look in his eyes. But none of those were what I was going to say.
4. this is in no way related to the interview I just did
5. with a famous pop star’s brother
6. at the Maritime Hotel and the last time I was there there were mice scurrying around and I didn’t say word one about it today, which I think is mature, don’t you?
7. it’s hot here
8. I have a headache and a lot of work to do
9. I enjoyed Mr. Dick in Dude, Where’s My Car. Truly.
10. But then, I also enjoyed Hal Sparks in that movie and he turned out to be a douche nonpareil (we did Red Eye together)
11. that’s a douche covered with little chocolate candies covered in small white balls
12. then rolled in capers
13. But I did like Queer as Folk.
Greetings my little acorn squashes. Sorry I haven’t been blogging with the frequency and fervor you deserve. I’ve had my nose to the grindstone.
Today I’m interviewing the brother of a very famous celebrity and no it’s not Phil McKeon— brother of Facts of Life‘s Nancy McKeon–who was on Alice and was a star in his own right. Good guess though!

Not to state the painfully obvious, but if they’d just gone with “Blue Cheese,” they would have avoided all this controversy.
“He’s very brave. He isn’t afraid of dogs or people. Just balloons.”
What I learned this morning? Those product display tables are pretty light/flimsy. If you watch closely you can see where I nearly pushed the thing over because I am very graceful.
There’s a lot of me on TV Saturday night/Sunday morning, in fact I feel slightly obnoxious pointing it out, which is weird because I’m all about talking about myself. I feel it’s my duty. Plus, I enjoy it. So I don’t really know what this sudden bashfulness is, but I know it feels foreign and I don’t like it one bit. Shall my horn go untooted? I think not.
Now, to the TV:
I’m on Chelsea Lately at 11:30pm and 2:30am on E!
Red Eye at 2am ET/11pm PT on Fox News Channel
Weekend Today in New York at 7:40am on channel 4 (WNBC-TV)
Chelsea Lately and Red Eye are repeats, but maybe I’ll say something different this time.

This is how I found Tobey’s water dish and his toy. It’s probably random, but I would love to believe he placed it in this position deliberately. A dog with a refined sense of cute… would be very cute!

