So Star Jones got kicked off that girl gabfest? Isn't she the one who used to weigh, like, a thousand pounds? I always wondered how she lost all that weight. Now I hear Barbara is mad at Star and Star is mad at Barbara. Kind of like when another kid tries to take my toys away at the playground. At least it's on a level that I can understand.
I was going to blog last night but we lost all our power. Waaah! Maybe I should get one of those Blackberries so I can tap away in the dark. But I think my thumbs are too small.
I went to a neighborhood party tonight and met Elmo! A big, furry Elmo. Boy, was it exciting. Scooby Doo and Barney the Stupid Dinosaur were also there. But they all had really funny accents. I wonder what was up with that.

What? Four million bucks for the pictures of Brad and Angelina's baby with the silly name? What could People magazine be thinking? I wouldn't pay four dollars for those shots, if I had any money, that is. I am wayyy cuter. Maybe I'm making a mistake by posting my pictures on this blog for free. Maybe I should start charging so I can buy some new toys. Who cares about these celebrity brats anyway? Wouldn't people rather give their money to a cute toddler with more to say than just, hey, look at me, my parents are famous? If Shiloh ever does a blog, he'll probably have to hire a ghostwriter!

Are half the women in L.A. trying to look like Paris Hilton? I'm just back from the coast, and I saw one of them at the playground while I was trying to climb onto this big slide. Very short platinum hair, oversized sunglasses and jewelry, and she probably weighed as much as I do. I mean, don't these Hollywood harlots ever eat? (I'm not sure what harlot means but it doesn't sound good.)
I am now an expert on airline service. It is BAD. I felt like throwing one of my famous tantrums. First they lost my seat assignment -- what am I, too short for them to notice? Then the flight was four hours late, so we had to switch to another plane. Then these poopy-heads didn't put our luggage on the new plane, so we had to wait around for that. It was a four-pacifier ride. Now I'm back and sleeping very late, for some reason.