I usually try to relate the title song to the post somehow, but I have no good reason today. I just unabashedly love Ashlee Simpson and felt like saying a big "F YOU" to anyone that makes fun of me for it. So there.
I sincerely apologize to the 3.5 readers I have who were appalled my lack of posts for a full week (the .5 accounts for my nephew who is involuntarily subjected to my writing when my sister reads while nursing. He's technically a second-hand reader). I have no excuse other than lack of motivation. January hibernation has virtually eliminated my Cab Driver of the Week award, and Britney's insanity has more or less plateaued since the infamous paramedics debacle. What's a girl to write about?
For starters, I may pack up my life and head to LA to knock down Dr. Drew's door. I think demanding his intensive residential treatment could seriously change my life. I'd have to pick up an addiction first so he could rid me of it, but that should be no problem. I love this man. To those of you who don't know, Dr. Drew Pinsky is the genius behind Loveline. He's hosted the show since 1983 (!!!) and could school you on everything from Gonorrhea to Crystal Meth (I totally had to Google Gonorrhea to find the correct spelling - maybe I should clear my search history?). Last week, Drew premiered his new kick-ass show on Vh1, Celebrity Rehab. As my coworker Can-Can pointed out, I haven't been quick enough to jump on the CelebReality bandwagon that Vh1 has to offer (I only pretend to know what's going on with New York and the men that love her), but I'm willing to change this for the Dr. The premiere was awesome, and I'm not sure how much of this had to do with Drew's charm, and how much had to do with porn star/California gubernatorial candidate Mary Cary exclaiming, "Fuck yeah I'm hungry, BITCHES!" on drunken home video. In any case, you should all be tuning in on Thursdays. If not for Dr. Drew's sage wisdom, then for Jeff Conaway's Ozzie-style rambling.
Off to the doctor. I won't be M.I.A. for a week again, I promise. Aw, dammit - I should've used an M.I.A. song as my title.
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Is a love of Ashlee Simpson classifiable as a harmful addiction? If so, you may be ready to see the doc in "la la" land. :)
360 hits! you clearly have more than 3.5 readers... and i dont "surf the web" when i am nursing (or read your blog, or go on facebook) - Babycenter,com says i have to gaze lovingly at my baby during this process and take the time to bond... hahahaa cant even finish that sentence. Back to "One Tree Hill". come and get me child protective services!!
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