WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME?






I disappeared. I know. I know that, according to Morrissey, November spawned a monster, but in my case, October came and stamped on my intestines. So I owe you all craploads of updates, and they are coming.

Just not yet.

Viva is going on vacation, to sunny Mexico, to drink myself into a margarita-induced stupor and lament my soon-to-be unemployment. (Corporate takeovers--BOOO!!!!!!). I'll be gone for a week and when I return, I should have plenty of time to post. From the cardboard box I'll be calling home. My life, she ain't easy.

Anyhow, Viva will be covering:

DURAN IS THE HOTNESS, and why, if you aren't a Duran fan, you should be. Embrace your inner 80s and let your New Romantic Flag Fly. Viva met the boys after a recent concert of theirs, and is only just recovering. This is a story and a half, but I can tell you, that although John Taylor is not aging well, ROGER TAYLOR can beat my drums any time. Hubba Hubba. But I digress.

Britney--by the time I get back, Kevin should have gotten some other woman pregnant. Lots of posts right there.

Anna Nicole--have you been able to look away from this trainwreck? I try, and fail. This is brilliant tabloid fodder.

TomKat--should be "married" by the end of November. Maybe their "baby" will be a part of the ceremony? Don't get me started.

So I apologize for my absence, but don't think I haven't missed you. Once I finish pulverize my liver, I am all yours once again.