a special note to telephone survey people: either talk a little slower so we can understand what the hell you're saying or don't ask so many damn questions. really, there's a point where it's me doing a favor for you and another point where i'm going to kill you if you don't stop talking in the next forty seconds. good thing lml got one that laughed when she garbled an entire sentence into a series of argh, bleah and pshluppble. watched the end of the "hottie countdown" on vh1. who were the ad wizards who came up with that one? am i right? am i right? seriously, ashton being hotter than both depp and pitt? are you on acid again? and beyonce as number 1? lml is ashamed for this sad sad state of events.
also, happy birthday to you mr.hot, may your golden elf hair flow lengthy and sans split ends.