Update

I was talking to a friend the other day about Justin Bobby, of "The Hills" fame, who I've clearly posted about before. But it's time for an update. Because, you see, this friend and I now agree that we would definitely sleep with Justin Bobby many times over if given the chance. He's the bad boy that rides in on his motorcycle and rescues you from your controling parents as your poodle skirt sways back and forth in the wind. The leader of the pack, if you will. He never says anything of any consequence, although he creates the illusion of consequence. If Justin Bobby and I were having a conversation about the state of our relationship, I would say, "Justin Bobby, where are things going? What do you want from me?" and he would say, "Jeanie, you've got to let life carry you, like a wind current. It's all up to the fates and every season brings a new discovery." And I would say nothing, because his turquoise blue eyes are spinning like little tops of hypnosis and is he really pulling off harem pants and army boots with no laces? Yes, yes he is.