After making fun of the panic surrounding swine flu last Friday, I think I have it. And it SUCKS.

Hi Nic. When is the last time you ate an entire chocolate cake?

what is wrong with your face

Who is a better lover, Tom or Keith?

What is your favourite sexual position during love making?

Go, girl.

Is it true you had a 10 year marriage contract to Tom Cruise which was orchestrated to cover up his homosexuality and launch your acting career?

If you were not really that interested in fame like you said in your latest GQ spread, why was it that you had about 4 movies out, one after another at the time when you finally separated and divorced from Tom?  You made so many mixed statements that you sounded just like Angelina Jolie, as such, no, I don’t sleep with married men, when in the end, she ended up actually admitting, sleeping with Brad Pitt on set of what movie was that again?  When don’t you two faced lying cheating females stop using nice men. Tom is a very nice and fascinating man, but it seemed that in the end, you just grew old for him, and you kept busy and over rated, or, charged too much money for what you are really worth.  Why don’t you stay in Australia and keep yourself bundled up and stop your exhibitionist mouth at 42.  Maybe your daughter will learn good manners and right conduct.  Hey, your highness, you can dress, but you can undress too, and will do so regardless of your daughter. !
Yaiks, very unamerican.  Oh, my name is Rosalie, I hope Tom reads this letter.

The Bulls lost tonight when instant replay called back Brad Miller’s whirling fling of a shot with .3 seconds left, correctly observing that the ball was clearly still in his hands when the clock hit 0. I was sitting in bed and jammed my hands up in victory staring at my computer in shock as the Korean feed I was watching went wild; the chat room got so much activity the screen lagged and I could only see the Bulls celebrating in choppy movements, until it slowed down enough for the referee deliberation to be be visible, the game announcers rewinding and fast-forwarding the tape as they slowly realized, their tone heavy in the studio, that the Bulls had not won this one.

But it doesn’t matter that we lost because we were competitive, got the shot off instead of whipping the ball out of bounds or air balling an alley oop, late by a split second but still chock full of dramatic viscera, providing me with a fleeting what-if of a great moment, still better than nothing at all. I want to win, but if we can’t, I can be happy with this. I love the NBA.

Today is the 10th year anniversary of my aunt getting a bone marrow transplant for leukemia. I remember my 11-year old self standing around hospital beds in prayer circles to Gaia or some shit wondering if she’d make it through the night and now, she’s perfectly healthy and happy and getting it done. Treasure your life, guys! You only get one!