Today's post is brought to you by the letter "Z"

I'm depressed today. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's that I didn't sleep well last night. Anyway, in my tradition of self-analyzation and the search for "my problem" I've made a list of things I will no longer do starting....now.
1. Obsess. Over anything. Even if it's important. But especially if it's not (i.e. what to eat for dinner, what to do on a friday night, etc)
2. Talk about how tired I am. I'm pretty sure I have anemia and I should just take an iron pill and shut the f*ck up. But I'm too lazy to go to the doctor and I'm paranoid that if I take iron pills and don't actually have anemia I will die. And that will be embarassing, dying from an iron overdose.
3. Get frustrated. Let's say I'm at work, doing nothing, just sitting here, and my boss asks me to do something very simple (please make one copy of a single piece of paper) or the phone rings- I get frustrated. I even let out an annoyed sigh so that others will know I'm frustrated. It's ridiculous, honestly.
4. Be self conscious. Once and for all I will take advice that has been given to me repeatedly and actually put it into practice. That advice being that I should have more confidence b/c confidence is sexy. B/c frankly my "glass is half empty pessimistic he's probably not into me" attitude isn't doing anything for me. So I will opt for a delusional mindset...everyone wants me. I will get back to you on my success rate of this new attitude.
5. Spend more money than I actually have. I, Reagan, have a shopping addiction. And it's not just with clothes, it's with anything. I spent $30 at Rite Aid yesterday when all I had on my list to buy was toothpaste and a bottle of water. So I spend and spend then I panic that I have no money and I feel sick at my stomach and wonder where the $800 from selling my car went when the only new things I have to show for it are a few new clothing items and a severly depleted bank account. I have a love/hate relationship with money- I love it when I have some, I hate it when I don't.

And now onto more important things...Zach Braff & Mandy Moore (via d listed). I particularly like the commentary: I didn't know those cunts were dating! That's all I really care about from that post, I've been over Zach Braff for forever, I couldn't care less who he's dating. Forever meaning since he became all Hollywood, i.e. successful enough for famous people to want to be friends with him. Am I jealous? Do I feel betrayed? Am I upset that Scrubs has been pushed in favor of new sitcoms that will most likely suck? Answer to all three questions: A little.

Halle-f*cking-lujah- Arrested Development wasn't cancelled (via defamer)

This weekend Alisa spotted Jake Gyllenhaal dining w/ his mother (?..or the start of a May-December relationship) on Third Street. In next weekend's news, Reagan goes out to eat on Third Street.

Vacation spot of the week: Whore Island (via immoderation)
Finally, for those of you who don't really value deep conversation or any intelligence at all in your whores, may I suggest Stupid Whorangeles. You only have to communicate through hand motions and grunts here, all the while rubbing elbows with the stupidest whores of all time, such as Paris Hilton, Trishelle from RW:LV, Anna Nicole Smith, and Jennifer Lopez.
Each section of Whore Island is unique and special in its own way, and I suggest you tour the entire island to really get the "Whoring Around Experience".

Dave Chappelle: I'm not crazy bitch (via a socialite's life)
I believe you Dave. If I was under pressure and had lots of money and knew of a South African relaxation/mental facility, I would have done the same thing. Totally makes sense.

R.