My Cardboard Balcony

Hi everyone! This is Arden doing a guest introspection because Belinda is busy and tired and it was our anniversary yesterday, so I'm hijacking this post. Muahahaha! Wow... that was something I haven't done since high school... Anyway, we just took a very long walk and talked about very introspective things. What were those things? Wouldn't you like to know. In any case, pie is good. And I only typed that because Belinda suggested it. There is no writer's quotation tonight because I can't think of any off the top of my head and I'm too lazy to look one up. Have a great night and a safe weekend, everyone.

Celebrity Bible by Belinda Roddie There’s a small, nondescript book that you can find in your local run-of-the-mill bookstore on the back room shelf, called the Celebrity Bible. But it’s not some national treasure. It’s not bound with gold thread or stamped with a royal red emblem of approval. No, the Celebrity Bible just looks like your average bible. No glossy magazine cover, no over-the-top wind-blown self portraits of self-indulgent splendor, because the Celebrity Bible is not about celebrities. It’s not a book for the average, adoring reader. No, this book is for celebrities, not about them, and it doesn’t cater to one specific person, just as an astronomer doesn’t focus on a single star in his brass telescope. And when you open the Celebrity Bible, its binding hisses and breathes, a deep exhalation, a long, heavy sigh as you crack its spine and pop it back into place, straightening out the vertebrae. Then you’ll notice that the Celebrity Bible is like every other bible in the

"Where's my leading lady?" cried out Stewart Marx the Third, brandishing his empty champagne flute like a knife as the crowds of black tuxedos and silvery gowns pulled away. She was on the stairwell, left hand delicately caressing the banister - as the tradition always was at the ballets and the operas. Show them off, everyone said.