Good morning friends! I am still in bed (don't get sexy thoughts-at the moment I look like Joe Pesci's mom if she'd just fallen down the stairs) and am exhausted from my astute late night political coverage. Anyway this is all to say that I'm tired and mayyyyyyybe a bit hungover, so let's start off with a softball. You know Gossip Girl? Sure you do! You know one of its stars, the catfish looking Ed Westwick? Of course. Well other than being a sort of walking parody of a brooding English actor, he writes poetry!

Tell me what can you want? You've got it all. Things are real in a handshake. Rest my bones these days in a different way. Cherish the change; it may not stay. I remember your dress, Like dreams when you wake with a sudden start. You're beside me in the dark, Wrapped in my arms. Love is being entranced in a glance, To muster up courage when you're flustered, To stumble on the words you prepare. Don't worry about the money that went down the drain Because the best things in life are free.

Pretty fuckin' deep huh? Anyway, happy Saturday. I'm not Ian, I know. But hopefully we'll have some fun. [ONTD]