I can't help but have scurrilous thoughts when reminded of Carradine's death. It disrupted the serious for me.
For some reason there were no Heath Ledgers for me this year. His death had me crying for months upon months.
James Taylor means nothing to me. As long as they never perform "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye."
So, I spent many hours today hunting down a green nail polish. It required going to 5 different stores. I love the color enough that I just finished painting my fingernails which I never do.
I didn't know Jennifer Jones died, either.
I love the top of J-Lo's dress. Too bad I hate the bottom.
Lopez's hair is so sloppy for an updo.
Worthington's accent = hot.
I'm not digging on the scores told through modern dance. Kinda lame.
Oh, good -- I was just telling my family about LXD.