Yay - I'm back in my favorite red state, eating shrimp and grits, and kicking myself in the butt for just not caring about the blog for months and months and seasons and seasons.
I think I just totally OD-ed on celebrity stuff over the summer (totally agree with Uncle Grambo that A) certain sites have jumped the shark and B) certain celeb bloggers are totally over-rated). And then, I became so busy at work that on the random times that I could have updated, it depressed me because I hadn't been keeping up with it...just for myself.

On a related Grambo note, I have to say that Trent looks almost exactly like a guy I met backstage at Madonna's show at the Roxy who kept trying to talk to me, but who I kept running away from. A) I couldn't really understand him because he had a thick accent and B) I was almost as out of place as he was and was playing that lame little game where you don't want to be associated with someone because they might be the teensiest more uncool than you...thus bringing down your own cool quiotient (and god knows, I don't need any help). BUT, if Trent's got an accent, it was sooo him (assuming everyone would've heard about it by now, though).

So, I'm home now, getting fat on cheesecake, wearing my Kentucky sweats, and going to Hamburgler Pavilion with all the conservative Christians to watch the Chronic (what) cles of Narnia. Getting ready to head to Walgreen's to pick up the new Us with Nick on the cover telling his side of the story. Inquiring minds want to know - how many times did Ms. Jessica Slutson cheat on him and how much will he be able to get from her? Hope he can get at least $20 mil.