Oh, come on! Lighten up! Ok, so blame it on Eve Ensler's Vagina Monologues (LOVED IT!). Ever since I saw the play, which is often performed on this day, I have been liberated to say the word vagina publicly more often than most people would like to hear/read it. Thanks Eve!

I was treated to a very "LA Story" lunch at a small, cute, Europeanesque (not a word) restaraunt where (star siting!) Orlando Bloom sat in the corner. Alas, I can only go by heresay that he was actually there because I couldn't possibly be seen doing the full body turn-around "Where?!" routine that I did ten years ago when I first arrived to town. (I did try to sneak behind some bushes, but all I could see was a bunch of leaves). I trust my source had no reason to lie about it.

Just for today, I'm too cool for star sitings.