I'm pretty sympathetic towards Charlie (probably a bit of projection you know) I'd secretly love to see him win a glorious victory over his small, angry detractors, I'll admit it, but I'm not overly invested in the outcome.
Anyway, this made my freaking day.
Anyway, this made my freaking day.
The day that I walk downstairs in the morning to find two chicks that I consider goddesses having breakfast and give each one a kiss and say "good morning" individually is the day that I know that I'm doing okay. Especially when I do it in my Hollywood Hills mansion.