Just call me Lay-Z

• So apparently, the Cray-zee Cat Lady Phenomenon, my fear and loathing of which has been well documented, is not urban legend, but actually a documented psychiatric illness. Well, maybe not quite DSM-IV documented, but significant enough to have it's own dedicated consortium.
• Apparently the Diddification of America may have to continue without my esteemed Mr. Combs as it looks like he is about to make yet another name change. That's m'boy - a truly inspired impresario/attention whore/who knows how to "keep [his] sexy all the way right." Wow, it's like he's my spiritual twin. Maybe I should change my name too. Lord knows the current one has run it's course, and as much as it boggles peoples minds in writing it down (as it requires heavy lifting in both the spelling and grammar departments), it certainly wouldn't be as catchy as say, oh, Desdemona Cherry. Though then again, that name would either brand me a new wave folk singer or a B-List porn star. Perhaps it is better to stick with the See-Elle-Sea.