I just wanted to clarify something for you, dear readers.
It's my blog's birthday, not my actual birthday.
Also, I am so friggin' phlegm-y and sick, that I can barely stand up.
But did I work 60 hours this week? You bet I did. Why?
Because I'm a chipper, cheery, totally-fulfilled Hollywood happyperson!
And because I am a twenty-something slave.
Also, I will try to shake some sense into Chad Michael Murray just as soon as I get around to it. If I'm gonna shake him properly, that takes a little effort, ya know? Soon, kids, soon...