AOL isn't listening. What else is new? Now they want to put a disclaimer up on our banners. "The writer of this journal thinks these ads suck." Or something like that. As if that will make us like the ads better. Don't they know you can't put lipstick on this pig?
Washington DC, where I'm doing the turkey thing, has as many celebrities of the political kind as LA has of the Hollywood kind.
Only in a Costco in DC would I meet the massage therapist to the Clinton White House -- at least he claimed he was -- who managed to tell me right away that he refused to have traditional anesthesia for an operation he needed, opting for an epidural so he would be awake.
Why am I telling you this? So you can be as flabbergasted as I was. I was just looking for giant jars of Nutella when he chatted me up.
Ultimately he chose the epidural because, he whispered, he didn't want to reveal any information he had about Monica Lewinsky while he was under a general anesthetic. I guess the guy talks in his sleep.
I must look like I'm from out of town and would be easily impressed.
Who needs Match.com? Costco on Wednesday before Thanksgiving is the place to meet your soulmate.
Or somebody very strange.