Not. It's dark out. Way too early to be dark out. I can't believe we're in the swing of seasons right now. I was feeling pretty comfortable with summer. I guess I am bored with tank tops. Sweaters, jackets, coats, scarves, hats, gloves. They're cute.

Christina's new album. I'm listening to it now. Let's talk about her in general for a second. Now, I don't know that girl, so I can't say who she really is, but I can tell you how she seems to me. It's difficult to say anything negative about her for me because I think she told me she loved me at the VMAs two years ago. Nicole was positive she was talking to me, but Mike and Malik were sort of not caring at all that we were behind them and they were blocking us, so she could have been talking to Mike, but Nicole swears it was me, and it did seem like we were making eye contact. I was mad at Malik and Mike right then because they hung out with her all night and they didn't even listen to her music, but I did. Whatever, she and I are not friends, so I'll say what I think. Okay, not crazy about the imagine. I really hate that she talks like she does because where the hell did that come from? As Aneesa says, "She's talking like she has a black dick stuck up her." Too much makeup. And I really think she hates fans. I think she's annoyed with them. I think she's pissed about a lot of shit, and it really seems like Britney has something to do with it. When will we learn what really went down there? We know they hate each other. If they didn't, they would, "I love her," but they don't. They just avoid the questions and give some PC bullshit. I'm curious. It's lame to give a shit, absolutely, but I'm curious, so sue me. Anyway, the new album is good. I like it. It's got edge, and she can sing, and I'm looking forward to learning those songs to scream in my car. Strike that, it's really fucking good. I love it.

J.Lo. I'm still Jenny from the block? I swear to God, I've had enough. You're from the Bronx, I fucking get it. And what ever happened to ATTEMPTING to have a relatable song? It's straight up about her. I'm rich now, and my life rocks, but I'm still the same girl. I'm sorry, then were you always a diva bitch who tries that down-to-earth act, but fails miserably? I'm pathetic.

So, I almost hit a dog today. I've concluded that there is no way to convey the trauma of a bad experience that almost happened, opposed to one that has actually happened. Think about when you think you've lost your wallet. It's horrifying. You're blood is racing, you're sweating. You're frantic. Where the fuck is it? If it's gone, I'm fucking screwed. You think about the credit cards and debit cards you need to cancel, the business cards you needed, the cash you just took out, and sometimes the priceless pictures you'll never see again. Then, you find it on the floor under a shirt you threw on the ground while you were looking for it. Maybe 3 minutes went by total…the longest three minutes of your life, and you were devastated for each and every of those 180 seconds. You go to tell that story to a friend.

"Yo, man, I thought I lost my wallet, but then I found it." Silence. "Well…that…uh…almost sucked for you, man."

Yeah, there is no way to convey what you went through. I was driving about 30 miles per hour down the street headed home, and this huge dog comes barreling out into the street from the side directly into my wheels. I slam on the breaks, skid a bit because my fucking car is Deathtrap, and swear that the dog is under my wheel crying, bleeding, if not just dead. So, the tears well up before I even can figure out what has happened, when I see the dog trot away without a scratch. The leash is just dragging, the owner is no where in site. A woman with a golden retriever puppy is right next to the scene and picks up the little puppy (so adorable I could've cried over that alone) because she imagines that happening to hers and doesn't want to leave him on the ground. The dog races in front of a few other cars before booking up into the hills. I wanted to go find it and hold onto it until the owner reappears, but the dog is huge, in incredible shape, and has run probably a mile by the time I catch my breath and pull completely over. So, yeah, nothing actually happened, but my hand was shaking so much I could barely drive home. I'm over it now, but it was so traumatic for about five seconds. If any of you have pets, you can relate to how scary that is. If my dog died, I don't know how I would ever stop crying…not even for just me, but for my dad who loves it like a son.

Anyway, I've discovered how much one can accomplish when the TV is not on. It's amazing. I did my errands. Yay. I even managed to write this down, which has been impossible over the last few days. However, I've left space for tonight's E! True Hollywood Story on Poltergeist, a movie that terrorized me for the better part of my childhood. The scariest thing is that which you can't see. Her voice, just hovering in the air, coming from somewhere, but you can't see it. Being trapped in another dimension…such a terrifying concept. I'm forever intrigued by the concept of multiple dimensions. I need to read up on it.

Okay, I'm going to make myself an enormous salad so I have something to eat when I'm actually hungry. Lates.