So says Abby in a text message to me from earlier this evening. It's that kind of blood-lust that will win us The War Against Terror (TWAT).

For those who are unaware, Abby is my sister-in-law and a veteran of Operation Iraqi "they hate us for our" Freedom.

More fragmented thoughts...

We have wet carpet in our bedroom so two guys had to come over and blow it.

Did that sound dirty? How about sucky? If you chose sucky, you'd be right - unseasonable rain in Los Angeles has flooded our apartment and the "vintage" carpeting in our bedroom (not something you want "vintage") smells like old people.

Great.

So we had carpet cleaners come over to clean it.

You know what doesn't help my mood in that situation? Looking at my soaking-wet bedroom, shaking your head, laughing and saying something in Spanish to your assistant.

¿Como se dice, 'I know it's a mess just fucking clean it?'

To cheer myself up I decided to post this picture of Liz pretending to be passed out next to a full bottle of Champagne.

...I'm noticing that many year-end best-of music lists are excluding Stronger by Kanye - do these critics need to have their fucking heads examined?

This is Louis Vuitton Don night
So we gon' do everything that Kayn like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
Well I'd do anything for a blonde dyke
And she'll do anything for the limelight
And we'll do anything when the time's right
Baby you're makin' it (harder, better, faster, stronger)

Don't pretend that's not the baddest.

Baddest I said!