A few quick after thoughts on the Golden Globes:

Gwenyth's dress looked like a Project Runway disaster. Being pregnant is no excuse, lady.

I was just waiting for Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (or however you spell that shit) to start crying. He looked to be about 2 seconds from bawling. And that would have made him a big vagina. Though a hot one.

I felt a personal victory everytime Brokeback won an award. Heath was robbed! As Ryan Phillipee so gracefully said in 54, "Who the fuck is Truman?" (P.S. I cannot believe a man who said the word "sharted" in Along Came Polly won a damn Golden Globe)

Natalie Portman, totes cute! My god, she looks like a total icy bitch but at the same time so adorable.

I love that Felicity Huffman gave a shout out to the "men and women who face being marginalized and become who they really are" (I'm paraphrasing here). What she should have said was "I love me some Trannies!"

and more later....

Tuesday Morning Thoughts:

Mary Louise-Parker's win was probably the sweetest of the evening. Fuck those Wisteria Lane bitches! What would have been sweeter: a dedication to Billy Crudup and Claire Danes. "Suck on this you fuckers!"

Could no one speak last night? Perhaps they should save the Moet until a little later in the evening. Jamie Foxx: "Laura Linley", Chris Rock: "Marcha Cross", and poor Ang Lee couldn't get anything out to save his cute little asian life.

Can someone please explain to me why Sarah Jessica Parker was nominated for playing herself? My guess is they just ran out of people to nominate.

Did anyone happen to notice that the chick who played Audrey, Joey Potter's roommate, was sitting next to Michelle Williams (who looked precious)? Are they like, Dawson's Creek 4 Life or something?

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