Jackie Collins Is Da Bomb + A New Year's Gift

have to say that reading a jackie collins book is like brain crack. and that's a good thing when your brain needs to turn off. my guilty pleasure in life is us weekly magazine, which the ah calls my crack mag and he's right. it's so bad, it's good. i mean, really, it covers the whole hollywood/celebrity scene, which is so vacuous and vapid and shallow. but i love it! i don't care if it's celebrity worship.

okay, so back to jackie. i just finished "chances," and i can't wait to get the next one from the library. lordy, her books are fun.

and as evidence that good things do happen to bitchy chicks like me, the dealership called and nothing was wrong with the car and they were not going to charge us anything. at all. so, they worked on it all yesterday afternoon and this morning to get it started, drove fine, turned over repeatedly, and usually they would charge us, i'm sure, for the time. they think the engine got flooded, but lord knows how that happened. it's driving fine now and it feels good to be zooming around town in my lean, mean green machine.

maybe i'll get really lucky and my crack mag will arrive in the mail on friday. yahooza!