So.
Bitches.

All of that bullshit with the Enquirer?
I'm Dr. P.

Stick that in your machina and blow it up.
Heh.

...Heh.
Karma, perhaps?

I'm seeing a lot of that, even though, it's a little too harsh for my tastes.

I will offer my room to any number of individuals, if you believe you can manage to squeeze in without making it a mess.
Nooj, I'll be staying with you, of course.

An excuse to come see you, you see. ♥

So I've been meaning to say this for a while.

Nooj.
Bend me over and spank me, since you know, I'm such a bad girl.

And now that that's out of my system...
I'm going to go bury my face into a pillow.

And laugh.

I'm scolding Gippal for blowing up his computer.

And to quote him:
'So, uh. What's going on with everyone?!'

Heh...
Ha, ha!

This is great. It sure takes something bad that happened and turns it into something good.
I might not be on the telly anymore, but Ares hasn't gotten rid of me yet, and I must be doing something write. (Ha, I made a funny.)

You're looking at the new journalist for the Ares Enquirer.

So everything you want to know about your favourite celebrities, all of your favourite telly shows been cancelled, missing seeing Dr. P on the nightly news? I'll have all the latest updates for you, but you'll have to read them instead of being lazy and listening to me telling you.

If you think you've got a story, feel free to contact me over the network.

Oh, Nooj...
I hope you realise you'll have to really clean up good, so I'm not constantly smelling perfume from you.
Come to think of it, you could probably help me as well.