Oh, and I just found out Reggie Bush is missing three to four weeks with a knee injury. Classic Saints. You get a two-fer on the depressing music videos:
Let's see if I can accurately describe what's going on here in Mr. Held Over's "over-priced loft" right now: frustration, despair, feeling misbegotten and mocked, like we are all here for the amusing of a laughing, puppeteer God. Yep, it's pretty fuckin' bleak right now. And I have no booze with which to drown my sorrows.
I wish I could just masturbate my pain away...

Oh, Cheryl Cole, you're a sweetheart for trying, but I can't focus on your hotness right now...

You, too, Monica Bellucci. Sure, your pictures have made the rounds this week on plenty of sports blogs, and I've said you're a Top 5 babe since even before "Brotherhood of the Wolf," but I'm in no mood even for your awesomeness. I think I just need to sit down and sulk this one out.
Ah, Statler and Waldorf...nah, not even you two can cheer me up at this point. Maybe later...
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