The Divine Secrets of a Southern Diva

We have power. Sweet, happy, bright electric power.

*JOY*

I bet the entire office – all 80,000 square feet or whatever – heard me squeal when I called my house and got the answering machine. I called Mike and he was all “I’m coming get you RIGHT NOW.”

We spent the evening watching TV, dancing in our air condition, eating candy and scrubbing down the kitchen. It smells of bleach rather than dead asshole.

However, on this joyous occasion, there is always a downer. We have power, but somehow our fridge stopped working. Lights are on so it has power but it isn’t even trying to get cold.

But, who cares. I have air condition, cable and internet. I AM RICH.

And the repair man is coming tomorrow.

NOW. Good stuff.

Dancing with the Stars: Cloris Leechman is hilarious. Everyone else is a snooze fest. I hope it gets more interesting. I saw that Ted McGinley was kicked off tonight. Man, ain’t no one gonna forget what he did to the Lambda’s.

I don’t care what my friends say, I’m hooked on the new 90210. Suck it.

And someone needs to bitch-slap that Kinley chick on project Runway. She don’t know shit. Her designs are tired. And she’s rude to my little Tim Gunn who is just precious. Plus her voice is super annoying.

Mike tried to go get me the Sex and the City extended dvd, but it was a big fail. Sold out already.

Also, the only thing we are going to do aside from reveling in our fancy power is go to see Nights in Rodanthe. I’ve been waiting for this movie for ever. It’s my favorite book by Nicholas Sparks. I read it one day and cried my eyes out. I’m so excited. I hope the movie lives up to the book. I’ll let you all know.

LIfe is getting back to normal again. That makes me so happy. Now, if my parents would get there power back, life would be grand.

And this is something special for Neal:
Shit fuck damn asshole dick bitch cocksucker piss titty.

Fuck.

Basking in the glorious power-
Ali