Apologies. It’s been an every-other-day type of week. I won’t makes excuses; we’re all over-scheduled. Let’s catch up, shall we?
A word on Paltrow and Martin, I’m surprised she stayed as long as she did. Sure, she’s insufferable, but he’s fermented into cheddar along with his crappy soft-rock band. He’s no longer a prestige partner, and Gwyneth only does prestige, hunny. Speculation continues to swirl over who fucked whom during the rumored open marriage. Do you think Jay-Z belongs in that rumor mill, ya’ll?
Regarding the plane, I’m just going to say it though it may be irresponsible. I think the missing plane was shot down by the military – probably accidentally. Which country’s military, I don’t know, but they are drawing attention to the end of the earth for a reason. It’s a classic diversion and cover-up scenario. The whole situation is super suspicious. My heart aches for the families in the emotional limbo of unknowing.
I finished my taxes myself. Like middle school, I’m just glad it’s over.