Because it's Clooney Tuesday, I did what is becoming a weekly Tuesday morning activity. Looking for inspiration for something to blog about, I googled the man.
I found the latest "news" that George Clooney spent the holiday in Cabo with Stacy Keibler, Cindy Crawford and Cindy's husband Rande Gerber. (Yes, his name is spelled with an e because his parents were ridiculous.)
Here's a photo from eonline.com via FameFlynet Pictures:
Looks like she's yawning, doesn't it?
That's because this is BORING.
So here's my confession: I do not care about this stuff at all. I love George Clooney, but I love the George Clooney in my mind, Pretend Boyfriend George Clooney.
That's what it comes down to: I realize that I only love the idea of George Clooney. My idea of him doesn't require actual news about what he's doing in real life.
I mean, "yea" for these rich folks and their jaunts to warm-weather destinations. I just don't give a hoot.
My pretend boyfriend would never go to Cabo with some blonde chick while I sit here broke, cold, and discouraged about the state of publishing and the future of this goddamn book I have written.