Although you are a great guy and I have enjoyed getting to know you, it has recently come to my attention that you are not Hugh Jackman. 

Therefore, I fear I must end things between us.  Normally, your English accent and musical talent would have kept me around, but not this time. Because not only does Hugh have a body that defies words, he has an even better accent than you AND he sings and dances. More importantly, he kicks ass.

 Please don’t take this personally, but you just can’t compete. However, you do look hot in the new publicity shots for New Moon.

I hope there are no hard feelings and that we can remain friends. Perhaps you would even consider performing a song at mine and Hugh’s wedding? That would be so great.

Love always,

Julie

And now I must obsess that my posting about Gale somehow caused him to–oh, I don’t know–ALMOST DIE.  In psychiatry, this line of reasoning is called “magical thinking.”  But a psychiatrist also tried to tell me that the unicorns frolicking in my backyard were deer, so what do psychiatrists know? (Because they were SO unicorns.)   

To make up for posting about Sarah Palin, I’m putting up some pictures of my main imaginary boyfriend, Gale Harold.

Gale is the newest cast member of Desperate Housewives, which–if you’re not already a DH fan–means you should start watching it immediately.  And if you’re over the age of 18, I highly recommend ordering Queer as Folk , the Showtime series that first put Gale on the map.  His indie films Particles of Truth and The Unseen are also very well done, if you’re in more of a movie-mood.

Again, my apologies for posting about the female George Bush Sarah Palin.  It won’t happen again.  Unless she does/says something incredibly stupid before the election.  Which is extremely likely.  Actually, make that 100% certain.  So you probably will see her on here again.  Oh, boy.  I can’t wait.