I haven’t written in a couple of days because I’ve had a few things weighing pretty heavily on my mind. The death of Heath Ledger, for one thing, has been particularly depressing.

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Did any of you believe that? Even for a second? Can any one of you honestly picture me crying over the death of a freaking celebrity? Oh, pass the tissues! Heath Ledger is dead! Oh, boo hoo!

Give me a fucking break. There is not a single solitary celebrity on this planet that would give me more than a pause should they keel over dead…and that includes the ones I’ve actually met in person. In fact, should I catch you whining and carrying on after the untimely death of some random dancing monkey on the television, this is how you can expect our conversation to go:

Grieving Fan:  Oh man! I remember exactly where I was the second I found out Heath Ledger died…

V:  Fag.

He’s dead. If you really want to know whether or not that’s a bad thing, ask his cleaning ladies as they’re probably the only ones privy to his true character. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.

With that said, I will write more this week. Hell, I might even throw in a few weekend updates just to make up for my long absence.

I’m such a giver.