It’s not just Miss Tyra. It’s all of the anorexics and dysfunctionals on America’s Next Top Model. I’m not sure which episode was the first I watched, but it was probably about half-way through. So, tonight, they’re doing a little “best of” for the first hour and I am catching up on all the catty. Oh, I have so much to learn to be a true diva!

Today I hurt a friend’s feelings. Looks like I misread some signals and a specific request for help and, when I gave advice, I was harsh. I thought she needed it. Oops. I got a nice little over-coals-raking and cried and cried and cried. Still not sure I deserve what I got an earful of, but I’m also not sure she deserved what I dished out, thinking it was what she needed. Ugh. I hate miscommunication. It really sucks.

Chip is getting ready for his visit to Los Angeles. I’m excitedly thinking of things for us to do that will be fun for him and not too terribly expensive or touristy.

Ooh, I wish I could have some popcorn. Hmm.

Okay, if I could just be a diva, I would be a lot less worried about anyone but me. Instead, I worry about what others are thinking… of me. Oh wait. That’s me being a diva after all! Cool.