I got nothing

I don’t know why I have had so little to say for the last week. I’ve been busy (trying not to scratch the 60 mosquito bites I got last weekend and trying to convince myself I'm not going to get West Nile virus), but more than that, I’ ve been really uninspired. The only idea I’ve had in the last couple of days was a post about how I lack a green thumb and kill all plants I come into contact with. And really, even just typing that sentence, it feels dull dull dull, so I scrapped that idea. Maybe it’s the midsummer doldrums, or I’m just overwhelmed by the heat. This kind of weather does out me into a bit of a funk.

Enough navel-gazing.

I have come to the interesting conclusion that wedding planning makes me feel like my head is going to explode. I now understand completely why people elope. All this work for one night—all I can say is, I better have a damn good time at that party. Once you get engaged, suddenly, you are the “bride.” Every time I talk to anyone lately, they ask me how the wedding planning is going. Most people are surprised at how little I have done. This really shouldn’t be surprising to anyone who knows. I am lazy and well known for my procrastinating skills. But people seem to expect that I’ll overcome all my bad personality traits and suddenly become this fantastically well-organized bride person. Somehow, I just don’t see that happening, people. Once a couch potato, always a couch potato.

I have written anything about celebrities in ages, so with the whole Jude Law/nanny scandal, I really can’t keep myself from commenting. Please check out the cover of this week’s issue of US Weekly. Please tell me this image is photoshopped. If not, I think we have an explanation: this couple is not meant to be. Sienna, you cannot marry a man whose HEAD IS TWICE THE SIZE OF YOUR’S. I think we should all be grateful to Jude’s roving eye for finally pushing US regulars Brad/Angelina, Jessica Simpson, and Lindsay “Skeletor” Lohan off the cover, if only for a week.