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Who Are You? Who? Who? Who? Who?

Let's play a little game, shall we?  It's not really a game since there are no winners or losers ~ or winners of the losers.  Being the winner of the losers just seems wrong, doesn't it?  Anywho, this game ~ that's not really a game ~ involves all of you telling me, JillyD, who you are!  Now of course it won't work if you're in the witness protection program or on America's Most Wanted list ~ just sayin'.

See that large rectangle ~ to the right, toward the bottom?  I'll wait while you look.  Did ya find it?  Picture me pointing to it.  Do you see it now?  Can you hear me now?  Ok, good, you found it.  That shows me who hearts JillyD and where all of my friends and fans alike are from.  I say friends and fans because if you're a foe, you suck and you shouldn't be here anyway.  Back to the game.  Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to leave a comment in this post giving JillyD a shout out.  Based on my little gizmo in the corner, I have friends in Garden City, Michigan, Oak Lawn, Illinois, some place in Oregon ~ all over the good old U S of A.  And I certainly don't want to forget my pals, Mel & Wenchy from beautiful South Africa.  And in less then a month, I'll have friends checking in from China.  China sucks ~ have I mentioned that?

You don't have to leave your real name in case you are a protected witness ~ I'm all about monikers.  Just let me know who you are (real name or moniker) and where you're from.  And if I know you or not.  Because I've been to Garden City before.  Not that I could come close to finding it now but once upon a time I knew how to get there.  We'll make today "National De-Lurking Day" on JillyD's blog.  Now doesn't that sound fun?  It sounds fun as hell if you ask me.

While all of you are sharing with me, I will be heading up to Yo's cottage for an evening of friends, fun & food.  Too bad booze doesn't start with an F since there will be a lot of that happening too.  We're taking the book club on the road this month!  I promise to share all of the sordid details when I get back.

So what are you waiting for?  Tell me who you are and where you're from ~ it won't hurt, I promise.

Random Thoughts by JillyD

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Am I the only person in the free or non-free world who has no effing idea who the hell any of these people are or the slightest clue of the movies that they starred in? 

Seriously.  They are the recipients of Hollywood's most prestigious award and I don't know who the hell they are or where the hell they came from.  Maybe that's because I haven't seen an adult movie in 11 years.  And when I say "adult," I don't mean porn.  We've already discussed the fact that I've never seen a porno.  When I say "adult," I mean something that wasn't produced by Disney, Inc.  I suffered through Hannah Freakin' Montana in 3-D, for God sake.  Hannah Montana was not nominated for an Oscar.  Clearly. 

Speaking of Hollywood, would it freakin' kill Angelina & Brad to get married?  She's knocked up again.  They already have one bastard child and about 15 others that they've adopted from various and sundry locations.  Could they not make it legal for fuck sake?  Or get sterilized?  I don't care which one; take your pick.  Rumor has it that Brad has b.o.  As in body odor.  My friend, Debbie Dot told me that.  I forgot how she heard it but maybe stinky ass Brad needs to make a visit to a urologist near him.  Or make an honest woman out of Angie.  He's probably about 30 years too late for that though - just sayin'.

I've lost 13 pounds since the second week of January. 

I heart Law & Order: SVU.  Have you ever seen that show?  Since the damn Hollywood writers have been on strike for the past million days, I've become hooked on SVU reruns.  Clearly, I need a life.  I enjoy Detective Benson - she's a bad ass.  In real life, her mother was Jayne Mansfield.  I remember when I was about 10 years old, my bitch of an aunt that I don't talk to anymore, had a copy of a book called "Hollywood Babylon."  I'm not sure what the story was with this book but it had pictures of dead celebrities in it.  Kind of macbre.  I love the word, macabre - don't you?  Anyway, there was a picture of Jayne Mansfield dead.  She was in a car accident and rumor has it that she was decapitated.  There was a picture of her alleged head in this book.  I remember being freaked the hell out when I was 10.  As an adult, I've learned that Jayne was not decapitated but scalped.  So in other words, her whole head wasn't ripped off just the top part.  Poor Jayne.  But I enjoy her daughter and her partner, Elliott Stabler.  He's a hot head but he's quite attractive when he's kicking the shit out of a perp.

I really enjoy my BFF, Jenni from the Hood.  I guess that's good since she's my BFF.  It would suck to hate your BFF.  Lucky for me, I love mine.  A lot. 

I enjoyed Valerie Bertinelli on Oprah today.  She was actually quite funny in a slutty, "I've slept with hundreds of men" sort of way.  I have an autographed photo of Valerie Bertinelli.  No shit.  Not because she was my idol or anything.  Her dad and my dad used to work together.  Swear to God.  Apparently her dad thought my dad's kids would like an autographed headshot of his kid.  He was wrong but whatever.  I think I still have it somewhere.  Perhaps it will be featured in an upcoming blog near you.

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