The other day, while I was driving, I saw the license plate of a van in front of me: GMD. I thought it looked so familiar, but I just couldn't place it. The abbreviation of TMD came to mind, but that was just not it. Finally I got it, after crossing a bridge. GMD stands for Gay Midget Dwarf, an affectionate nickname Lainey has for Mr. Tom Cruise, oh Mighty Spokesperson of the Great Scientology.

It's brilliant I tell you. Absolutely spiffing.

I thought it's hilarious, how looking at her articles day after day can imprint these three letters so vividly in my mind. That GMD will have no other meaning except for Gay Midget Dwarf for me from now on.

Poor guy in the van. Probably doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

A little tribute to my love for gossip. After someone once told me, "I don't read those things, they trash your mind," I no longer share my love for Lainey's gossips with others. It's my guilty pleasure. Much like Miranda Hobbes. Good thing none of my friends merit the claws of trashy magazines, 'cause I wouldn't want to see a real-life Samantha doing it on my computer screen.

Ugh.

While on the subject of guilty pleasures, So You Think You Can Dance is one for this summer. Dance is not my thing, but I thoroughly enjoy the second season. Bloody marvelous. Hope Heidi wins.