I'm waiting for my friend April to come pick me up so we can can go to a taping of the goddamned View this morning. What?! Is it really 8:00 am? Have I really been up since 6:45? Yes. Why?
So Mama can steal some new material from you know who!

Madame Joy Behar-dee-har-har.
If I don't walk out of this taping with a brand-new pair of Payless shoes personally autographed by Star friging Jones I am going to be pissed.
And Elisabeth Hasselbeck's baby can suck Adriana's dick.
I'm sorry, ladies. Obviously I'm projecting. If I could even hope to have Joy Behar's career and Elisabeth with an s's rear, I'd be a better person. But I'm not a better person. I'm just sayin'.
Meredith - I wanna like you - but that taut little face... You look like you need to take a mean poop. Even when you're smiling. Ouch.
Do you think I should wear my "I'd rather be watching Ellen" t-shirt?
Or what about my "I've had my Phil of talk shows" scarf?
What if I just wrote COLBERT* in black marker on my naked breasts?
Ooh - Babwa would be pissed.
*Stephen Colbert, if you're reading this, and let's face it, I know this is where you get your news, I had a dream about you last night sweetie. And let me just say, that taping was TOTALLY worth it.
p.s. - They say we reject what is closest to us, and Joy and I are just a few dye jobs away, really. I can take it. Besides, I've heard Jenny Craig is a great company to work for.